I only have a moment to write this, as Cadence is insisting that we have a dance party in her room and WILL NOT take 'no' for an answer. So she is sobbing at my feet in the meantime.
I had a quick run-in with a guy today that made an impression in my past. Do I mean an old boyfriend? Of course not. I mean a guy I met in a bowling ally while engaged to Zach that just wouldn't leave me, Zach, or Zach's buddy and his date alone. Literally. Here is the story.
Many moons ago (closing in on 8 years ago, sheesh) Zach and I, in an effort to find something to do in Twin Falls, Idaho, while dating/being engaged, would often go to the bowling ally in Twin Falls to play pool. It was the only place with pool tables and very few drunks ;) So one night, there we are, waiting for a table to open up up, canoodling on some stools, when this guy in a wheelchair rolls up (ahem, literally.) and tells us that he has been watching us. And that we look like good kissers, and how someday, he hopes that he will have a girl like me to kiss. And do I have a twin (this really happened, ask Zach) that he could meet.
We mumble our way through this incredibly awkward conversation while this guy refuses to leave, and keeps talking about how pretty I am, how nice my smile is, how sure am I that I don't have a twin...you get the point. He FINALLY leaves when we get a table, and we think we are safe. A buddy of Zach's from some distant past/fellow youth member/church goer...you get the idea, and his date run into us. They are on their first date, and when she wanders off to go to the bathroom or something along those lines (having never met her before, I wasn't under the "go with her to the bathroom" rule), he tells us that the date is going good, but that she is LDS, and there have been some awkward moments. She comes back, we are all talking, and who should come by? That's right, wheelchair guy. He then dominates the conversation, awkwardly talking about how he doesn't really date, but would like to (while staring me and this girl down) and that he is just looking for the right girl (staring....). Somehow it comes out that he is also LDS and he and the girl start chatting away. I don't really remember the specifics past this, other than that he wouldn't leave, basically hijacked this poor guys first date, and we all left at the same time to escape him.
Zach and I joked about this guy for a LONG time afterwards, and never ran into him again at the bowling alley, thankfully. Basically anytime we saw a guy in a wheelchair, we booked it out of there.
Fast forward to today, and it has been years since I have even thought about this guy. So I am stopped at a stop light on my way home from hanging out with Jemme, and who should roll across the crosswalk in front of me? WHEELCHAIR GUY!!! My window is down, and he says, "Hey, how you doin'?" to which I mumble, "Good" realizing that it is the same guy!!! Then...what does he say?!?!
"You have a really nice smile"
I rolled up my window at this point and drove off. UH...really wheelchair guy?
I am under no belief that he remember who I am. I may have called Zach right away to tell him what happened...because, really!? What are the chances! And that he would make awkward comments again?!
Luckily I wasn't kissing anyone, because we know where that conversation would have gone.
As a side note, I am currently addicted to Christina Perri's A Thousand Years and have listened to it over and over for the last couple of days. Ah.
Also, in the time it has taken me to write this, Cadence fell asleep on my lap, I changed her into PJ's and put her into bed. Dance party postponed until tomorrow. I did just buy her a CD player for her room, thus the need to dance (since there is music, there must be dancing). I love my girl.
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