EPTThe Winds of change and love (part 1)
Red Hair looks beautiful in the sun (part 2)
OK so in an effort to not play Iccup and to procrastinate from doing homework this labor day, i am going to try and get much much farther on the summer romance story that i happed to find myself apart of this summer~
So after the mini golf staff outing, me and ginger decided to go back to my place, so i could cook for her- and then watch a movie. I was going to make her my standard meal of deliciousness, which for those of you that don't know- is a caramelized peach with ice cream and ginger (no pun intended) sprinkled on top, and then the main course is peanut butter french toast, topped with sugar, raspberries, and syrup on top.
On the ride home- i found myself once again alone with my own thoughts as ginger followed closely behind me.
*fucking mind interlude*
Ben- for christ sake, you are now going to be hanging out with this girl tonight, and then Saturday is your big 12 hour bonanza M&M date, is this going to be too much to fast? You need to put on the fucking breaks and some how act as if she isn't anything special- or otherwise you are going to scare her off. THINK GOD DAMNIT!!!
why the hell did you invite her back to your place the night before your big date???? your hopeless.
*end that shit*
So as we finally arrived at my place, the house was pretty quiet- and i think that the family had already gone to sleep. So i walked into the kitchen, and started to make ginger some delicious treats.
the conversation turned to food at once, and i couldn't stop myself from thinking the worst. Is ginger one of those girls that will not eat in front of me? or worse, is the 'i think that i am fat, so i can only eat this salad type?' god knows that i couldn't stand either of the two- so i was trying to hope that she was none of the above.
I soon found out that once again all of my worrying was for nothing, ginger actually called her self a fatty. Now this doesn't mean that she thinks she is fat, she is just merely trying to convey to me that she eats a lot- and really enjoys her food. So sitting across form the table she looked at me this a sheepish grin and told me straight form those luscious lips that indeed- she is that queen of the fatties, but had to concede the fact that I hold the title as overlord of the fatties.
In between bites of delicious food, she stammered out that i had eaten more than any other person she has come across, and always seem to be hungry one way or another. she giggled as she took a drink of milk, and told me- yep, this is whole milk isn't it? that proves it- we can be friends
She the began to tell me a story about how when she was a new baby, her parents fed her straight up butter milk from the cow. according to her- it was working really well, because she began to look something like a kick ball. her doctor decided to was about time to stop the milk when she began to look spherical hehe.
so after a lovely meal that i had cooked myself (This is a shout out to all men that like to cook and or are good at it!) and to those that don't- one of the fastest ways into a woman's heart is through her stomach- especially if she is a fatty type, like ginger. So we decided to head down stairs, and check out my selection of movies to try and cap off the night.
Not surprisingly, she decided to pick out a Disney movie, the incredibles. this really wasn't too bad of a choice for me because frankly i really like the movie and don't mind watching it now and again. We both snuggled up under a blanket and wrapped in each others arms, we happily sat through a movie made for kids half our age. it was great.
as the night drew to a close, i couldn't help but think how lovely she looked in nothing but jeans and a sweatshirt. I said good night to her, and asked if she would txt me when she got home.
her txt: alright- i made it one piece, take care ben
my txt: have a sweet midsummer's dream (her name here)
As i went to sleep that friday night, i couldn't help but wonder when ginger really didn't bring up the epica of a date that saturday (tomorrow) was going to be. I was kind of worried. what if my worst fears were going to come true? what if i really had pushed this thing way to hard and fast? was she sick of me already?????????????
As i woke up for saturday, i looked to be cool calm and collected. for some reason everything that i was worrying about last night seemed to have melted away. maybe it was because i received a good morning txt from her- i honestly don't know. But what i do remember is this- i was thinking one thing, and that was this: Its go time!
I cranked up 'pretender' by the foo fighters, and because my family was not around- walked to and from the shower naked, air guitaring it all the way. I tried to make this ugly mug of mine look good for once and as i checked my watch, grabbed a cooler full of food- i put on my sunglasses and started the drive to her house.
On the way there, i tried to distract myself from the inevitable (how bad is this day going to fail) thoughts that were creeping into my head. for some reason i just kept thinking of the horrors that could await for me. Was her family home? do i have to see the parents already? Was i going to be late?
As i pulled into the drive way- i couldn't believe my eyes. sitting on this porch, with a white husky sitting beside her, was ginger. She had decided to do her hair today- and she was sitting in a light summer dress of her favorite color (green). She looked angelic. Thin wisps of hair were strewn across her face from the wind that was whipping in from the wheat fields. If you can imagine the image of gladiator when he dies and him walking to his family after he had died, yaaaa that's kind of what it was like : )
As i got out of the car- i looked at the sky, and then to her stunning face. I said: "looks like a good day for a sail."
To which she responded, good! Lets go!!!!!
She hopped into my car, and we were off. Me feeling giddy as ever, and ginger- siting idlely beside me in the passenger seat, twirling her hair through her fingers.
till next time~
