reminisce

My green tea is cold. it doesn't feel the same, but I still love the taste...

I reminisced tonight with an old acquaintance-friend...

I would have to say he was probably the first "official" guy I went on a date with...

it was funny, because I never knew if he considered it one, until he told me tonight.

I always feel like I have this magnet for attracting really weird guys, and he said "well we went out on a date, and I don't think I'm a weirdo!"

Yeah, one of a few that weren't.

It's funny, I can't even remember any other really special "dates" that I've been on.

This date we had was on Valentine's day, back in 2004.

He walked into our dorm lounge, holding a vase of pretty white red flushed roses. We went with other friends to a hockey game, where the ice was a reddish pink. I don't even remember us talking much; but he said we did. He said he wasn't bored [like I thought], but just really nervous.

haha, funny how that one date was the best one I've ever had...

I hope some day that I get to experience that wonderful, exciting, thrilling enticement of beautifying yourself, and anticipating your date's arrival. He wants to be with you, and only you. He's so excited to see you and be with you and learn about you.

It's a beautiful thing.

I look forward to someone else doing the same... in a non-creepy way, or not having to tell me that he finds me beautiful within the first date, and how he wants to get to know me and date me-- that freaks me out. -And yes, this has happened to me again; some guy trying to persuade me that he's a good guy and that I'm exceptionally gorgeous and that we should hang out and that I would really like him...... uck. No thanks. Not interested in some guy pursuing me like a race horse. This isn't a race to win my heart... not in that way, anyway.

The guy I mentioned is married now, but I cherish that memory... and I think that is okay.

I love the thought of "slow-dancing" our way into something really special and precious. It's not something that should be rushed or hurried along. I don't want to be swept away in lustful wishes, but slowly getting to know someone and their heart and what they live for.

And I think that's just fine. You can't possibly fall for someone in a day...

Oh Deer.

Today, I hit a deer.

I was on my way to go to a church conference at the place I work at, and thought I'd call my nieces to wish them a happy 7th birthday on the drive there; when a jolt/smash and a flash before my eyes caught a glimpse of a deer sneaking by the passenger side of my car....

I freaked out and screamed... to where my sister heard me and asked what happened/was I ok?

I couldn't even speak!

The car swerved and skidding across the slick, snowy pavement and I ended up off the side of the road on the East Beltline. I was in complete horrified shock as I sat there and almost in tears... I'm not sure why it was so scary, but it was... I think it was more the fact that it wrecked my car, and I love that little Cobalt. Which probably is really silly, but it's true.

Since I was on the phone w/my sister, she had her husband call our Dad, and him & my Mom were on the way. In the meantime, I started to tear up and think that "this could have been way worse; what if someone was around me when this happened? What if someone else would have smashed into me?" It could have been... but it wasn't. Thank God.

Then other thoughts began to run through my mind. Personal thoughts that I won't get into, but it really made me think... hard.

A few minutes later, a car pulled up behind me and it just so happened to be a Police car. Flashers going, he proceeded to walk up by my car and I opened the door. He asked me what happened, and I barely got out the words to say I hit a deer.... he got my info, and a few minutes later I heard a couple shots. I knew he found the deer and that it was still alive up until that point.

Finally, my parents got there, then the towing company... which towed away my little blue Cobalt.... and finally, my brother came with a truck to take the deer. My dad and him did the gutting and all that gross stuff so they wouldn't have to do it later. Since I was planning on going to clean at the church I work at, my cousin Heather stopped by too, since she was there at the church. I was looking forward to hearing the conference too... now I won't even have a car to use for who knows how long....

Well, then I went to go clean and went home... I talked to my nieces on the phone again, whom had tons of question; but I felt really bad since I freaked out on the phone when I was kind of speaking to Ashley... poor girl was so upset and wanted to see me to make sure I was okay. I hope it didn't traumatize her too much........ here's a birthday to remember, ha... not!

...when I got home, I saw my "trophy" hanging in the garage.... most of the meat is salvageable...

Talk about pre-season hunting... at a way more expensive price.

I definitely did NOT expect this to be how I got my first deer... or a deer period.