The simple threat of having to date another dull person in this world, has left. Thank Heavens! I try to hold on to a good guy, but when their no fun, no point but to move on. . .
I soon found myself last week, on a "catch up" date with one of my fellow guys I use to date back and forth. He was known has my "big boy", because at the time he was 6 foot 2 and weighed 260 pounds defensive line backer for some minor football team in my town. We hit off pretty good in the past. A country boy with some southern slang to his accent. I think what attracted me to him, was his time of being fragile and oblivious to me finding him attractive. In fact, the first time I met him, I liked him. (immediately). What also hit it off, was the christian morales he held, like passing out teddy bears to children in hospitals or becoming a chaperon for the church's youth group.
I guess his christian view also carried heavily through his family, as well as his mother. I never met the mother, or any contact what so ever when I was dating her son. My Facebook appeared Private and I posted very few photos of me and big boy, nothing obscene. nothing wrong. . . so, I thought.
I was wanting to meet his mother, I really wanted to get to know his family. For some reason, I thought they might find me a good catch for their son. But, I got a phone call from big boy simply saying "HAHAHA.. your not going to think its funny, but my mom saw your profile and cried" CRIED?!!? what? me? miss never posts wrong photos or watches what I say on Facebook...me??? oh, surely she had the wrong profile.
I could not figure out how someone could cry over my profile, it was on private. I constantly checked to reassure myself that every album was on private. I begin to worry over a highly overbearing christian woman...who obviously thought I was entitled to the word "tramp".
He told me not to worry about it. But, that likes me telling him my father hates his guts, but not to "worry" about it. I eventually disappear from him, has he went on to different places for the training of his job. every once in a while I got a couple phone calls out of the blue, to catch up and talk about the good times.
I soon discovered him on St.Patrick's Day at a block party. through slow motion and through the drunk crowds of people, our eye locked and I had to turn away immediately. I turned back and could see his smile has he shouted the words "c'mon girl, come over here". (play it cool...play it cool) was all I could think as I noticed him loosing lots of pounds since I last saw him. He looked great!
I soon found my bold self asking to catch up. Is it wrong to enter a past?
We were just catching up, with lots of flirtation. I could tell during dinner we both discovered nothing would probably happen, since he and I developed two complete different schedules. He and I could never. Me and him had problems before, nothing huge, but enough to dissolve the relationship.
But once more I find it odd, having him thrilled to see me again. Afterall, his mother fears me. The mystery will always lye about how I made her cry. and I think one more dinner would not be bad, one more time this one week.
