Mamacita’s join­ing the ranks of Mr. J & Mr. G. I can’t wait to see what she comes up. But I am a lit­tle wor­ried. You see the rea­son why is that I’m tak­ing this pic­ture of her. That means she had the cam­era pointed toward me. I may have to start wear­ing make-up around the house & actu­ally comb­ing my hair in the morning.

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April 1997

After the awk­ward­ness of real­iz­ing I had been asked out many times but couldn’t fig­ure it out, a date was set for see­ing re-release of The Empire Strikes Back (yes, he likes Star Wars–as in knows EVERY.SINGLE.LINE). He arrived at my house for this date, after hav­ing been over before with an his dyed hair, tat­too show­ing & I believe my Dad might have had a small heart attack upon see­ing that.

Which would have been funny except my Dad really does have a heart con­di­tion & so that kind of takes the funny out of heart attacks. But really why are heart attacks funny? I think that’s kind of bizarre…

Any­way back to the date

After he arrived we hung out for a bit at my house. My cat threw up all over the floor & near his feet. I think it was her way say­ing “Hi, I like you enough to throw up near your feet.” You know how cats are vomit is like roses & candy to them.

We left for our date in his blue Pon­tiac Sun­bird. It had a crack in the wind­shield that I kept star­ing at because I was try­ing not to be the weird date who stared at him too much. I had but­ter­flies, rain­bows & I think horses run­ning around in my stom­ach from the ner­vous­ness & excite­ment of a first date. Even though we had been eat­ing lunch together for months, talk­ing, walk­ing around cam­pus together & hang­ing out off cam­pus this was a date.

A totally dif­fer­ent ball game, I made sure to wear clean clothes for this. Not just the clothes I found in a ball on the floor or chair in my room. But clean clothes. Clothes that I had to try on in mul­ti­ple dif­fer­ent com­bi­na­tions just to wear the same thing I’d wear any other day but only cleaner. That’s how you know it’s a date, when you are ner­vous over clothes.

Our din­ner was at a Coney Island. Sen­ate Coney Island in fact. We sat across from one another with those goo­gly eyes that once you are in a rela­tion­ship long enough you can rec­og­nize across a room. The goo­gly eyes of young, new love. The kind that says “No, you hang up first. No you.” The kind that after you are together long enough makes you laugh, smile & remem­ber the horses run­ning wild in your stom­ach with excitement.

We went to the movie & held hands. He was funny, sweet & offered to pay for the date. He kissed me at the end of the movie. To which a lit­tle boy (who was in the the­ater hav­ing his own sweet date with his Mom & who had ear­lier shouted out “EWW!! Luke just kissed his sista! Groooooossss!!!”) said “EWW!! Now he kissed her. Groooooossss!!!” And then totally dead­pan looked at his mother and asked “Are they brother & sis­ter too? EWW!!”

With that we had our first date. Made a child grossed out & may have been mis­taken for brother & sis­ter. It was won­der­ful. Then the rela­tion­ship really picked up steam…

[this is part of my “how I met your father” series]

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I am not sure why but when look­ing over our pic­tures of the elder chil­dren I noted that Mr. G had a total love for putting a cof­fee con­tainer on his head. Maybe he is like me & thought he wouldn’t be able to func­tion with­out cof­fee. But if that’s the case then some­thing was lost in the trans­la­tion, since putting the con­tainer on your head isn’t the same as drink­ing it. Or so I would think. Then again maybe he should wait until he is at least in his teens before fig­ur­ing that part out.

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