Eww... I really dislike this picture :)
… as I walked into the living room, the air was thick with awkwardness. I really wish I could say that while we sat there, we just clicked… that we had these long, in depth conversations that went on and on for hours… that the time just seemed to pass us by we were so captivated by each others company. That was not the case… I was so excited and so terrified at the same time. We sat there, not really knowing what to say to each other. After a short amount of time my Aunt suggested we go outside. We had a patio table out there with plastic lawn chairs surrounding, all of this sat underneath a tree in our yard. It was nice to get out of the living room and enjoy the nice fresh air… it wasn’t yet steamy hot in the Summer, and the mosquitoes were not terribly bad yet either.
However, getting Daniel to talk was like pulling teeth! He was very quiet by nature, as was I, and I’m sure now that I look back on it, he was just as nervous as I was. Every now and then I would gather up enough courage to ask him a question… usually he would respond with a quick answer and then silence would fill the air once again. He may have asked me a question or two, I more than likely responded the same way… short, to the point… over.
I sat at the table, picking little pieces of plastic off it, my head down… trying to think of some way to get him talking. I wanted to know everything there was about him! I finally decided that I might have been making him nervous with my nervousness and I would “play it cool”.
I allowed myself to just relax… I had this… I was going to pretend I was not wearing my brothers long jean shorts and my hair was not a total mess! I leaned my plastic lawn chair backwards, so that it was standing on just the two back legs as I was sitting in it… and slowly, began to rock back and forth.
The rocking motion kind of got my mind off the whole awkward silence of the evening. After a few minutes the mood started to lighten up and conversation really began to flow. I can’t tell you what the conversations were about, not because I don’t want to, but because that was 13 years ago and I honestly have no idea what they were. The only thing I can tell you, was that about 10 minutes into the good conversation, as I was still rocking on the back two legs of that chair, I felt the gravitational pull increase towards the rear of said chair! I shifted my weight towards the front thinking that I could sort of counter weight it and bring the front legs back safely down towards the ground. In the meantime, Daniel jumped up and was going to grab the chair to keep me from falling backwards… simultaneously, the chair stopped in mid fall, and for that single moment… it seemed as if it were going to land softly back on all four legs… Daniel, satisfied that I had everything under control, sat back down in his chair. About the same time he sat back, the two back legs of the chair I was sitting in… buckled.. and backwards I fell…
I lay there… still in the sitting position… still in the chair… the chair on the ground… I had a wonderful view of the stars in the night sky. I didn’t want to move… I didn’t want to get up… I didn’t want to face anyone… I wanted to sink into the ground. My brother-in-law was rolling with laughter, Daniel was smiling, trying to be sympathetic, trying his best not to laugh…but hey.. it was hilarious! My Aunt was the only one composed enough to ask me if I was o.k. in which I replied “yeap”. Despite the fact that I looked like absolute horridness, despite the fact that I could not calm down enough to be myself around this guy I have been thinking about all this time... despite the fact that this all seemed like a dream, and a nightmare at the same time... and that I just had the most embarrassing moment of my life, in front the only crush I had ever had... I was o.k.
Eventually I got up, excused myself, and went inside to regroup my thoughts … and what little was left of my dignity. When I gathered up enough of that dignity to go back outside, the ice was definitely broken… apparently by my head hitting the ground!
Conversation between Daniel and I wasn’t flowing steadily at this point, but it was definitely getting better!
He came to visit me again the next night, and the next, and the next, and that went on for months. I figured if seeing me at my worst dressed, worst hair day, and at my clumsiest didn't scare him away... I didn't know what would.
One day while we were having a conversation, (conversation was better as we warmed up to each other) he asked me if I had ever been to Grand Isle, Louisiana, I told him I had not been there before. He said he thought I would like it there, and that he would take me one day. I liked that idea…
To be continued…
(Till this very day, he laughs so hard he can barely tell the story of when I fell backwards out of my chair)
Read Part 1 to learn what you can win by a simple comment!