Weddingbee Blog

Part III

For a moment, I thought Mr. Macarons was getting even.

Maybe I was being set up for kind of being a jerk to him on campus. Then my phone rang. It was Macs. “Um, you don’t live in a trailer park…do you?” He must have turned one street too soon. I gave him better directions and told him I’d meet him outside.

When Mr. Macs pulled up, he was surprised to see me in a skirt. He asked me if I was looking forward to seeing the movie and if I was ready. “YES,” I exclaimed, though I had no clue what it was about. I could have been walking into the worst movie ever, but I didn’t care—I was finally going to be alone with the guy “I recently couldn’t stop thinking about.”

While Macs was buying tickets I started to daydream. Thoughts of shared popcorn and accidental handholding filled my head. I was brought back to reality, though, when I heard Mr. Macarons say, “Hey! I’m glad you could make it.” I turned around and there was our friend, the one that introduced us. What was he doing here? When I told him I was going to see a movie with Macs, it wasn’t an open invitation! So much for it being more date-like.

I normally get sucked into movies, but it was hard with Mr. Macarons by my side. He’s so much more handsome in person, I couldn’t help but stare. I secretly hoped Macs would notice, but the only person that did was our friend. After a few angry glares he got the hint and went home right after the movie. I finally had Macs all to myself, but I was worried our short drive wouldn’t give him enough time to see the real me.

When we arrived at my apartment I reluctantly tried to wrap up the conversation, thinking he’d probably had enough. We talked for over an hour before commenting it was late and that we should probably go. We tried to wrap things up, but each time one of us would say something that would spawn a whole new discussion. We completely lost track of time; it wasn’t until we heard a rooster crow (really!) that we decided to say goodbye, but not without agreeing we’d have to get together again soon.

Hold up, so after all that, no hug or kiss? No sparks under the covers? It was practically morning—why didn’t you go have breakfast? Don’t you worry, it was only a matter of days before we finally kissed and I became a permanent guest in his apartment (sorry, Mom!). Despite the rough start, our first “date” couldn’t have been more perfect.

Did your relationship have an unusual start?