Our Love Story – Part Three – we meet in person
So, by now if you’ve read Part One and Part Two of ‘Our Love Story’ you will know that we met online and James actively pursued me. We had spoken on the phone and via Skype but never actually met physically. It was something that just seemed far too daunting for me. The bizarre thing was, I had a terrible day, I don’t remember why looking back… funnily enough, looked back on my facebook from that day I think work was stressing me out. I had given up all chocolate, crisps, biscuits, and wasn’t drinking anything other than water. I was on day 20 of this journey and I posted something about how I really wanted to eat chocolate that day and needed another distraction. Looks quite amusing now, as I’ve been back since Facebook brought in the events feature on their timeline, so it reads … I need another distraction… next thing, met James for the first time. Oops, did I really give in just because I wanted chocolate?
For whatever reason I text James and agreed to finally meet him in person, he jumped at the chance bless him and arranged to meet me when I finished work to hang out. We met outside a bar about 200 metres from the Academy I was teaching at. I sat on a bench waiting to see if he turned up. Here he came around the corner. My first thought was, ‘oh, he’s smaller than I thought.’ Haha, he has given me permission to write that. Not that he is short (or that I have a problem with short people) but I had got my scale wrong I think given as he was always taller than his laptop on skype. He assured me that he is 1 inch taller than the average UK male. He is a couple of inches taller than I, so that works fine for us.
I found a photo taken earlier that day so this is what I was wearing etc. it was truly gorgeous weather for March that year,,,
James always saw me as an accessories queen, I would always have scarves, bracelets, earrings, necklaces, allsorts of jewellery on. Nowadays, the only jewellery I tend to wear are my engagement and wedding rings. He told me that first night about how he liked my accessories. I remember thinking that it was very observant of him, and I liked the idea of someone who was attentive. He was happy taking me out as I only drank water. He determined that I was a very cheap date, and we moved on to another local bar so that we could go and play pool.
This was going great, we had a game on the IT box, we were a good team. We had a decent game of pool considering neither of us are sharks, but neither of us suck either. I was enjoying myself, I couldn’t remember the last time I was this comfortable in male company. Thinking back now, I can remember that look that he gives me sometimes now, he wore it on his face practically the entire night, he was mesmerised by me… he made me feel so special, so unique, no-one else around mattered. This was all going great until a guy I know, who battered my friend (he’s the father of her child) walked into the bar. Ooh, I had never seen him since said event and I did not want James to see my all encompassing rage, I informed him that it would be best that we left the bar, and gave a brief reason once we’d got out of the building.
The evening was going so well, I didn’t want it to end there, so we went to yet another bar, again, I’m sure James didn’t mind as I only drank water. This bar was very quiet, in a different area of the city and we were able to just chat. James started asking me allsorts of questions about my faith. We talked for what felt like forever and then the bar was closing, so we walked back towards where we met.
We walked past a monument and he told me that he wanted to climb it (knowing what I know now, when he has these urges I always say, ‘well don’t’) I didn’t know he was dyspraxic and told him to go for it. It was quite amusing seeing him scramble, but in his dress shoes he couldn’t quite gain enough height to say it was a successful venture. We chatted and walked to where we would be separating.
I really, really liked this guy, I had loved the evening and didn’t want it to end. He inevitably invited me back to his for tea, and to chat. I told him that I really liked him, but wisdom was telling me to go home. I knew full well if we’d gone back to his that I would not have been able to restrain myself as I really liked him and it was late… my best judgements would not be made in that situation. So instead I went home and we arranged to meet the next day.
I am so glad that I made that decision, I think if I’d gone home with him that night, I would’ve been so angry at myself I would never have seen him again. Now look… we’re raising four children together.
Stay tuned for Part Four… I certainly put this poor guy through the wringer… ‘Should we, shouldn’t we?’