Sam and Betty Help Me Find Happiness: He Likes Me…He Likes Me Not…He Likes Me?

Friday, June 18, 2010

He Likes Me…He Likes Me Not…He Likes Me?

Last night was my second date with Woody. We went to dinner then watched a movie at his house. He spent all day cleaning his apartment and he even gave his dog a bath. He bought dinner and beer after. He opened my car door and held my door open. He always asked if I needed anything and was really sweet. We had a great time. The conversation was good and I felt comfortable. I even liked his dog! I’m not a dog person at all but she was so sweet. He said she really “took” to me. Anyway I left his house at 3:00 this morning. He walked me out to my car and we hugged. Yes, hugged…twice. They were good hugs, both arms with a little squeeze. I thought for sure the second hug was going to end in a kiss but I was mistaken. After the last hug, I said goodbye to his dog. She licked my face and I made a smart comment I wanted to take back. I said “I think Bently likes me more than you do”. I laughed and he said “ouch”. That wasn’t the response I was looking for and I felt bad for saying it. I texted him when I got home to let him know I was home, that I had a good time, and thank you. He said he was starting to worry about me and that I was welcome. I tried to cover up the Bently comment and he said “haha it’s cool”. I left it at that. He texted me this morning around 9:30am just to say good morning. We’ve been texting back and forth all day.

I keep questioning if he actually likes me likes me. I mean I think he does but the whole not kissing things is what has been throwing me off. My friends keep telling me to hang in there and that he is just taking it slow. I’m not used to it taking it slow so I’m kind of freaking out (surprising…I know). I just need some kind of reassurance that he likes me likes me. I think I’m going to give it one more date before I say something.

On a side note… Buzz and I are going out tonight. I’m looking forward to the uncomplicated side of things and possibly a little making out. I’m not sure how far things are going to go with Robbie but I’m willing to see it out a little longer.

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JordynJune 18, 2010 at 6:33 PM
You realize that you put his name in this one...
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Welcome to My Blog

After some encouragement from friends and the death of my Grandmother, I've decided to chronicle the search for "my one". For the last two years I've been searching for the man who could be "the one" for me... otherwise known as "my one". I've done a great deal of thinking and over thinking about this subject. Maybe putting my thoughts down on paper (and out there for thousands of people to read) will somehow be therapeutic. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment. Note: I have changed names in order to protect the men who didn't work out.

The Story of How Betty and Sam Met

The story of how my grandparents (Betty and Sam) met has been passed down from mother to daughter for the last 60 years. My grandmother told my mother, my mother told me, and one day I will share the story with my daughter. It is a rare story about true love. This story is the inspiration for my search for love.

My grandparents met in February of 1945. My grandfather was on leave from the military and waiting for the bus one afternoon. My great-grandfather drove by and asked my grandfather if he wanted a ride (apparently this was normal in 1945). They started talking and my great-grandfather invited my gradfather over for dinner. Later that evening my grandfather came over for dinner. My grandmother, dressed in her factory clothes, opened the door to greet my grandfather. She was so embarrassed she slamed the door in his face ran up the stairs to change. At dinner, my grandfather asked my grandmother out to dinner the next night. My grandmother said no because she had to go buy a baby gift. After being asked several more times by grandfather, she finally agreed. The next night the two went shopping for a babyshower gift. The sales clerk at the store asked my grandfather what size dress their litter girl wore. My grandfather turned to my grandmother and said "I don't know. Dear, what size does she wear?" Embarrassed, my grandmother left the store. My grandfather followed her out and purposed to her outside the store. Three months later, they were married.

Their marrage was cut short in 1968 when my grandfather died of a heart attack. My grandmother passed away on December 1, 2009. She waited 41 years to be reunited with my gradfather. This story shows me that love is out there, I just have to find it. Let's hope Betty and Sam can show me the way.

Hazel E. Long

Friday, June 18, 2010

He Likes Me…He Likes Me Not…He Likes Me?

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