Ding Dong!
Bridget Jones to Mark Darcy: "You're always haughty, you always say the wrong thing and I seriously think you should reconsider the length of your sideburns. But, you're a nice man....and I like you. If you wanted to pop by sometime, that might be nice."
The first time a met him about a summer or so ago, the first thing we did was fight about the Iraq war. I was against, and he was for. I decided that he was an SUV hugging pig, who had no talent for conversation or social skills.
Yesterday, he, my cousin and I went for a long bike ride. We drove out past Falls City, deep into Washington State Park, where it actually requires a license to go hiking, etc. The drive from Seattle was about 2 hours. He had me laughing the whole time.
When we got to the trail head, he continually made way for me. I was a little timid (If anyone can imagine that), because the trail was rocky and required riding across streams and picking up the bikes to carry them across a "foot bridge" (NOT!! Try a log that seemed to conveniently fall across the creek). Needless to say, I'm not an "off-road" cyclist. But he was always watching my step, and making sure I was OK.
We rode to Monte Cristo, a ghost town that used to mine silver in the late 19th Century. We walked and laughed and mused about the fact that the ghost town consisted not of old, empty buildings, but of signs that read, "The site of the old schoolhouse", "The site of the old doctor's office". They added "old" just in case we might think something from the late 19th Century was new.
We rode back fairly quickly, and then it was more of the same. We laughed and chatted the whole way back to Seattle, and went out for Sushi. He bought me a beer. Insisted I sit on the comfortable side, rather than the seat near the isle where people were always bustling past.
I can't recall everything that was said, only that it was one of the best times I have had in a long time. At the end of the evening, I asked if he remembered the fight we had, had. He did not, and then I went and put my foot in it. I said, "You know, when I first met you, I thought you were a big jerk. But you're not, you're a very nice gentleman." He responded by saying, "Great. Got any single friends?" How Rude! I'm single!!!!! :)
Anyway, apparently he isn't so emphatic about his point of view on the Iraq war, saying sarcastically, "Yes, that was a great idea. We just get better and better at getting our soldiers killed." I don't know what to tell him.
He borrowed a cd. My Ella Fitzgerald Songbook Collection. He'll have to give it back at some point. What are the rules again? I'm not allowed to call or chase him? Eh, I shouldn't be chasing men anyway. Not when I prefer to be caught. :)
World Girl
The first time a met him about a summer or so ago, the first thing we did was fight about the Iraq war. I was against, and he was for. I decided that he was an SUV hugging pig, who had no talent for conversation or social skills.
Yesterday, he, my cousin and I went for a long bike ride. We drove out past Falls City, deep into Washington State Park, where it actually requires a license to go hiking, etc. The drive from Seattle was about 2 hours. He had me laughing the whole time.
When we got to the trail head, he continually made way for me. I was a little timid (If anyone can imagine that), because the trail was rocky and required riding across streams and picking up the bikes to carry them across a "foot bridge" (NOT!! Try a log that seemed to conveniently fall across the creek). Needless to say, I'm not an "off-road" cyclist. But he was always watching my step, and making sure I was OK.
We rode to Monte Cristo, a ghost town that used to mine silver in the late 19th Century. We walked and laughed and mused about the fact that the ghost town consisted not of old, empty buildings, but of signs that read, "The site of the old schoolhouse", "The site of the old doctor's office". They added "old" just in case we might think something from the late 19th Century was new.
We rode back fairly quickly, and then it was more of the same. We laughed and chatted the whole way back to Seattle, and went out for Sushi. He bought me a beer. Insisted I sit on the comfortable side, rather than the seat near the isle where people were always bustling past.
I can't recall everything that was said, only that it was one of the best times I have had in a long time. At the end of the evening, I asked if he remembered the fight we had, had. He did not, and then I went and put my foot in it. I said, "You know, when I first met you, I thought you were a big jerk. But you're not, you're a very nice gentleman." He responded by saying, "Great. Got any single friends?" How Rude! I'm single!!!!! :)
Anyway, apparently he isn't so emphatic about his point of view on the Iraq war, saying sarcastically, "Yes, that was a great idea. We just get better and better at getting our soldiers killed." I don't know what to tell him.
He borrowed a cd. My Ella Fitzgerald Songbook Collection. He'll have to give it back at some point. What are the rules again? I'm not allowed to call or chase him? Eh, I shouldn't be chasing men anyway. Not when I prefer to be caught. :)
World Girl
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