V needs to add an actual post.

I would add another story to this blog but I posted the first one..

and

"uh yea, balls!" does not count as a sufficient post..

So hurry up. It takes two to tango, two to be in a relationship, and therefore, two to build a couples' blog.

So get on that shizz babe. "Be a man! Do da' right fing!"

That is all.

Uhh

Ya.. balls!

My Bill Now, Yours Later.

Let me start off at the beginning.

It was a cold winter day (January 6th, 2008 to be exact), and I had spent the hour before noon to ensure that nothing was out of place and everything presentable. I had meticulously applied my make-up, hair and chosen my outfit to intend a certain look; simple eyeliner, straightened hair, a red long-sleeve shirt for some colour, and navy jeans. We had scheduled our date for noon and knowing that he would have a little trouble finding my house even with the GPS system in his car, I gave him a leeway of ten minutes. I wasn’t disappointed. As I walked up to his car, I gave him a point for reaching over to manually open my door (the car had power locks) from the driver’s seat. However, when I got in I must admit that I had to take a moment to size him up. I did not expect the face of Adonis but at the same, being five feet and 3 inches, he was a tad short of perfection. Even so, his charm intrigued me with increasing magnitude and within moments, a conversation began to spark.

The topics were common enough to flow from one to the other; my future aspirations, a future event that I would potentially partake in, and some side jokes slipped in occasionally as well. He was polite and earnest, without seeming too pushy or being arrogant like many others who I had encountered in the past. Giving me a chance to speak, I allowed myself to let down pieces of the wall built around myself and became a little more comfortable to speak leisurely. He impressed me with his wit and passion for cars, as well as his patience for my questions and opinions. I realized then, that the faint connection which had ignited at first was gradually growing as we grabbed each other’s interest. I was surprised that I would be attracted to someone so seemingly different and yet also affably alike. My short-sightedness of his character had come as a surprise in my mind, but I tried to remain unaffected as well as observant of his favourable attributes.

After arriving at the gelato parlour, we tried to pick flavours for our order and accidentally discovered that we shared the same favourite flavour. It was a difficult choice to make but after choosing our flavours, the issue of who was to pay came up. I had offered due to my upbringing, but he compromised to take this one and I could repay him whatever I felt was sufficient. His comment caught me by surprise more so than any other instance thus far. I confessed in my mind that his princely character overcast my short-sightedness at first, but to my surprise he surpassed my expectations as he told me I did the same.

After this revelation, he ran a personality test in which he required my hand and did so by holding it to examine the creases in my palm which I was sure to be a simple test of any sort of connection. I was so comfortable and at ease with him that by the time we had to leave, I wondered how he was able to defeat my initial shield so quickly. It didn’t upset me in the least, but nonetheless we had both succeeded in capturing each other’s interest. It was obvious that we did not disappoint the other’s expectations in wit and charm, but it was the coldness of the ice cream and winter breeze that allowed me to see his quick perception and concern to warm me. I was again impressed by his sincerity and kindness for my cold condition. The ice breaker date ended off quicker than we anticipated but even during the few hours I spent with him, his charming character impressed me so much that his request to see me again was granted. It was the first date where I’d first had a door opened for me, first been at ease so quickly, first felt warmth from an ice breaker, and flattered by a first impression.


M