Love Story :: Part Two

If you are just joining you probably want to start at the beginning.

Part One :: He and She Meet {HERE}

{He and She realize}

He Pursued me right away

Scott insisted on walking me home the first night we met, saying, “this is how we do things where I’m from”. When we got to the end of my sidewalk this is what happened.

Scott: I’m really attracted to you. Would it be alright if I kissed you?

Me: {In true Sheila fashion I shrugged my shoulder while I reached out and gently squeezed his hand} Ok.

He told me later the squeeze I gave him was enough encouragement to know that everything was going to work out. It was a lovely quick smooch and a hug. We went our separate ways for the evening.

The Beginning of it all

The next morning I went to pick Scott up. Having not sleep very much the night before, I had planned out this entire scenario in my head it went something like this:

Me: I’m so tired this morning.

Scott: Oh, why is that?

Me: I was distracted, and couldn’t sleep.

Scott: By what?

Me: You.

In reality this is what happened:

Me: I’m pretty tired this morning.

Scott: Yeah, me too. I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about you.

Me: …?… that’s what she said.

Then I told him about what I was going to say. We laughed, and both knew we were on to something. It was exciting and scary at the same time. A mix of butterflies and razors were flying around in my stomach. I mean this doesn’t happen in real life, meet an amazing guy but he lives more than a state or two away and they live happily ever after. Or does it…? And seriously girl you just met him, lighten up a bit and have fun, but not too much fun, he’s on vacation, and you don’t know him.

Fireworks

Scott told me he asked Dena that morning if she was trying to set us up.

Dena: Are you crazy, you live 2,000 miles away from each other, why would I do that? … Were there fireworks?

Scott: A few.

We spent the next seven days hanging out and getting to know each other. Scott was a gentleman from the start, opening doors for me, pulling out chairs. He said he wanted to show me how much he liked me. {To this day there is not a door or chair that goes unnoticed.}

That week we went to lunch, watched TV, hiked, had coffee, Scott even went with me to a poetry group and wrote a poem. My friend Denice said, “you have a passionate man here, don’t let him get away.” It was great to hear someone else validate what I saw in this man, even though we had just met.

Don’t Forget {the real} Me

I told Scott he smelled great. He looked concerned, but I didn’t understand until he explained that he was on vacation and had been staying in hotels and using their stuff, so he really didn’t smell like himself. He promptly went to the store and got stuff he used back home. He later told me he wanted me to know how serious he was about me, and wanted me to remember the real him.

Scott says we became friends and fell in love with each other at the same time. I agree.

Saying Goodbye is the Hardest Part

After a week of hanging out Scott was headed home to Texas.

Truth, I was very sad. I knew he was a great guy and all the sweet things he said to me were not just for show…at least I hoped.

Part Three ::  He and She Separate {HERE}

Advertisements

What's on your mind? Because I know your thinking something even if it's I'm hungry, let's go to Torchy's.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s