Chapter 7: The Neek vs. The Rain

For those of you that live/have lived in Florida, and quite possibly for many others who have visited, you will know what I mean when I say Florida should not be called the “Sunshine State.” It should be called “The State-that-cannot-make-up-it’s-mind-on-many-things-such-as-weather State.”

For many days leading up to our date, it was raining- and not the typical Florida “Oh hey, I thought you could use a quick torrential downpour of water from the sky and then straight back to sun!” rain. No, that would be too easy.  It would rain for hours, then stop, then maybe a hint of sun, then rain, then just cloudy, then MORE RAIN.

For this reason, I had my preferred plan of starting off at the mini golf locations, and the backup plan of going bowling instead. Go me, right? Wellllll…..

About 2 hours before our date, the skies had cleared and the sun was shinning down like all the Florida postcards promise it does, so I chose mini golf.  I am now convinced, ladies and gentlemen that THIS is the sole purpose of Radar Maps: to foresee unfavorable date weather in advance before dragging your beautiful date halfway through a mini golf course. Oops.

Having successfully arrived at Congo River Golf with Christy, we began our game. We made it all the way to the 12th hole when the raining began. Quickly, we dashed up the next set up wooden stairs which, luckily enough, is at the highest point of the course, and is a covered pavilion with a nearby waterfall flowing just underneath us.

Now I know what you’re thinking. Rain falling, nice sheltered gazebo-type of structure overlooking a lush African-themed wilderness, I’m pretty sure we were hugging from the coldness despite it being summer… perfect opportunity to get my smooch on, right?

Not to Thomas. Instead, I believe my reaction was something along the lines of: “Oh hey! It’s almost stopped again! We should try to finish the course and stick to our schedule.”

Christy followed me down and we continued until around hole 14, which is when the real downpour commenced. Needless to say, we bolted along with all the other soaked mini golfers to the front desk, picked up a rain-check and headed off, wet clothes and all, to the next part of our date – foods!

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Chapter 6 : The Neek Gets Soaked

My next post, dear readers, was going to be about my first date, but Christy has informed me that there is one topic I should enlighten you of that occured the weekend before the date. That thing is…the last Not-Date.

Following the asking-of-Christy-on-a-date escapade, which I think we all can agree was entirely epic, the natural progression would be to set a time and make arrangements for said date, correct? Accordingly, Christy and I compared work schedules after receiving them, and agreed that the following Tuesday we would both be off. The date was set.

The logical assumption would probably be that she and I did not intend to spend a large  amount of time together between the date-setting, and the actual date, yes? Originally, I think that was our assumption too, but, as is apparently the running theme for our story, we did it all wrong.

The weekend before the “big date,” we suddenly found ourselves having a large amount of time off together…and accordingly decided to spend it together at Universal.

I would like to take a moment to mention that it never once occurred to me that it would be considered odd for some to make plans for a first date, and then proceed to hang out for a substantial amount of time together a couple days beforehand. Indeed, this fact was only brought to my attention recently (as recently, in fact, as a few days ago when I first drafted this post) by Christy.

No doubt there are those of you shaking your heads, or laughing, or hitting yourselves on the forehead with your open palm at my total lack of perception to these “obvious” dating flaws. All I can say to you is…

Hey, I still got the girl! Right??

But we’re not there yet, so stop getting ahead of me!!

Anyway, I believe I was describing our non-date…

Obviously our impending actual date did have some effect on the way Christy and I related to each other… in the way that we held hands all day. D’awwwwwww. I know, I know!

That was our “water day.” We rode Jurassic Park, Dudley Do-Right’s Ripshaw Falls and Popeye and Bluto’s Bilge-Rat Barges… and were properly soaked! As we were riding Bluto’s, it started to lightly rain and it rained until we left the park… perfect day for water rides!

All in all, our non-date was just about as perfectly enjoyable as any non-date can be, but in no way does it come close to the big one, the one we’ve all been waiting for – (duh Duh DUH) THE REAL DATE.

As the first date loomed closer, I found myself nervous and uncertain of dating protocols…  Where to go? What to do? What to wear? How to transport ourselves there?…all the usual “first date gitters” I’d assume – and yes, this was my first date. Ever.

Christy had left the schedule of the night’s events up to me, so I stuck with what I knew: Mini Golf, Dinner and a Movie.

Now for the clothes…admittedly, I panicked a little here. Upon realizing that this was perhaps an occasion worthy of carefully planned attire, I took note of my wardrobe, and was a little surprised to find that my clothing was defined by two strict categories: T-Shirts/Jeans and Business-ware. Frantically, I texted Christy asking what the dress code was, and explained my predicament. She kindly assured me that T-Shirts would, in fact, be acceptable to wear. Whew. Crisis averted (yet I swore to myself to purchase a good polo for future use!).

As for the ride…well, any of you who know me personally will know that my car is old and unreliable. Christy drove to my place, then I drove the two of us to our planned activities.

As I approached her on the walkway outside my place, I presented her with an abundance of Hershey chocolate, which I know for a fact is one of her favorites. We got in my car, and off on our date we went!

Chapter 5: The Neek Makes a Move

In four short months (if you count from our first trip to Universal together), Christy and I had become closer than I had ever imagined we would.

So far, a lot of my writing has been about how she has affected my life…and that’s fine since this is my blog about me, but there is one thing I am particularly proud to say that I added to Christy’s life…and that thing is Futurama.

Futurama – an animated science fiction sitcom which I personally find hilarious and witty. I also frequently reference this show, so I didn’t want Christy to miss out on my unparalleled humor just because she didn’t get the punchline!…

Okay, the truth is, I mention Futurama not because it holds some important sentimental  meaning for me. I bring it up, because it was at the end of one glorious episode I was showing Christy, that a certain conversation occurred.

Frequent readers of this blog, I last left you with me asking her “Would it be wrong for me to kiss you?” (Also, I think my voice cracked like a teen in puberty when I asked that).

For your reading pleasure, I shall now recall the rest of that night’s dialogue in play format:

Myself: “Would it be wrong for me to kiss you?”
Christy: “No.”
Myself (With much confusion): “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”
Christy: “Yes.”
Silence, while I attempted to simultaneously process information while working up my nerve.
Christy again: “Well, why don’t you decide after you take me out on a real date instead of these ‘not-dates’?”
Myself, after what seemed like an eternity which was probably only like 2 seconds: “Oh, okay.”

Needless to say my awkwardness kicked in and we went back to watching a show on Netflix while my brain was going over the conversation we just had.

Brain: “What are you doing? Why didn’t you ask her out immediately instead of saying ‘okay’??”
Me: “I have no idea!  What if she says no?  I won’t have any clue what to do after that!”
Brain: “I’m pretty sure she won’t say no considering she TOLD YOU TO ASK HER OUT.”
Me: “She said a real date, not ‘ask me out’ silly brain!”
Brain: “YOU ARE SO DUMB. A real date. How do you go on a real date, HMM? BY ASKING HER OUT.”
Me: “Ok, ok! Stop yelling at me! I will ask her out!”
Brain: “About freaking time!”

So by this time it was getting pretty late, and Christy said that she should head out. As she left, I said:

Myself: “Christy,”
Christy: “Yes?”
Myself: “Want to go on a date with me next week?”

And guess what…

She said yes!