I returned to my bed, plopped down and just smiled at the ceiling like a crazy little school girl. I couldn’t believe it was true. It couldn’t be happening. He really just asked me to be his girlfriend? No way. My roommate walked in. Since I had woken up Lauren out of a dead sleep she wasn’t in the mood to have a long deep conversation about what this all meeeeaaaaannnnnsss. Ya know? So now that Jessie was here I could really chat with someone.
She was a great roommate, Jessie. Super tall, like me, funny, easy to talk to, easy to be around. She was laid back and awesome. She grew up as a missionary kid in Venezula where her parents had been missionaries for years. In the tribe her parents worked with they had never seen a mirror or their own image and if you would have shown them a picture of themselves they really wouldn’t know who it was. They didn’t even have a written language. Her dad had created a written language for them and was translating the Bible into for them. Pretty incredible, right?
Jessie and I got along great and she was just what I needed this night. We chatted about me and him possibly being together, what would that look like and if I really wanted that. I played with the idea that he wasn’t even serious at all and it would all be over in the morning. We laughed and talked until we had pretty much worked out any situation that could have happened. I was prepared.
The next couple days went on like normal. I saw him in passing a few times, everything was normal. He wasn’t different. He still wanted to be with me. Every time we had a chance to chat I’d ask him a few questions to check if he was serious. It appeared that he was. Still, I wanted to take my time. The ball was FINALLY in my court and I liked that advantage. (I still like that advantage… hehehe)
One day I was headed down to practice and had to make the usual stop to the training room. This is where all the athletes hung out before and after practice either getting treatments, icing whatever part of the body was ailing them and generally just hanging out. I walked in and wouldn’t you know it, Delivery Man was sitting right there on one of the tables getting treatment. I tried to play cool, not act too excited he was there or that we were in this weird limbo of a relationship.
I moseyed over and sat on the table next to his. We started chatting and of course that quickly turned into whether or not we were gonna do this boyfriend/girlfriend thing. I had my eye on him. This hot man that I didn’t really know if I could trust. I didn’t know if he’d be faithful to me when we were together. I didn’t know if he’d get tired of me. There were a lot of unknowns. But I don’t know if it was true love brewing deep inside of me or a young stupid girl falling for a hot man, but hey, I knew I had to go for it.
Me: “I just don’t know. I mean, you really want to be with me? How can I know that?”
DM: “I asked you, didn’t I? I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t want to be with you.”
This is true. He didn’t seem to do things he didn’t want to do. Heck, it had been a year and a half of him not being with me even when I wanted to.
Me: “True, I just don’t know if I can trust you. You won’t want to be with other girls? What if someone else liked you?”
DM: “It doesn’t matter. I asked you. I want to be with you. It’s really that simple.”
It seemed like he had made up his mind. It seemed really convincing. I was a sucker for this beautiful face.
Me: “Okay, let’s do this.”
He smiled and gave me a hug. That was about it and I had to head in to watch my volleyball practice even though I wasn’t playing at all that season because of my injury. But that was the best and easiest practice I ever had to sit through with the biggest, dumbest grin no one could wipe across my face.
He was my boyfriend.