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Two years ago...
He's still walking next to me. How am I supposed to change from heels into walking shoes if he's still talking to me? I apparently have a subconscious desire to impress this boy who has rambled on about digital cameras, his garage apartment, his dog and a bunch of engineering stuff for a while now and appears to have decided to follow me to work. Oh well, four blocks in heels won't kill me, will it? But why is he walking me to work? I say something about cookies to keep the conversation going. I like cookies. And I'm on solid footing talking about cookies. I'm not so sure about all this water-flow-modeling stuff. Cookies are a nice, safe subject. This guy is scary smart. Best to talk about cookies.
I keep thinking he'll finish whatever he's going to say, but it looks like he's going to walk me all the way to the door of the office. Which means he's probably going to ask me on a date. I feel all middle school. Except that won't do. I like Geoff, I really do, but I can't go on a date with him. It's a shame, if he doesn't ask, then we can go on being friends. But I'm scared if he does ask, and I have to say no, then will he stop talking to me? I don't want that. I'd better show some interest in water-flow-modeling...
Sure enough, out it comes. He's going to visit some friends this weekend, but has some free time Saturday morning and would love to see the zoo if I'd like to come. This isn't fair, I love the zoo. I love running around and taking a zillion pictures of all the animals. But I can't, I say, I agreed to go shopping with Mallory Saturday. It does sound like fun, though, and I do hope he checks it out some time. I smile sweetly and disappear in the door and make a mad dash to my boss's office.
"You will never believe, I just got asked on a date to the zoo by an engineer!" I'm obviously flustered. Which is why, a year later, when I tell my boss I'm now dating the engineer, she remembers the event very well and doesn't seem the least bit surprised.
Saturday, September 20, 2008, 4:15 pm
"Are you ready to go?" Geoffrey now, because I love saying his full name, looks ever so good in his suit and I can"t help but grin at him. "We're going to get bar-be-que!" He loves bbq. Me, not quite as much as he does. But I'm determined not to spoil anything and smile at him. I think he believes he's pulling one over on me. So we get in the car and chat all the way over to West Columbia where he suddenly swerves into the zoo. Click, this should be interesting. I had some suspicions, but his silly grin now is a confirmation. I start to get nervous.
He buys us tickets and we wander around the botanical gardens trying to point out elephant ears and roses. He's talking about engineering some water-flow-carp-pool thing. I'm beginning to wonder if my wedges are going to get caught in some of the thicker sand. We wander through all the little paths that in the spring would be impassable due to flowers and now, in late summer, are just green and you can read all the tags and inspect the leaf shape without the colorful flower to distract you.
Finally we settle down in a brick gazebo on a bench, Geoffrey sitting next to me while I look at the sky, the plants, anything I can see to distract myself from just looking over at him and grinning. From the sneak peaks I've seen of him, he"s grinning at me something fierce. It takes him three tries to get through the lead in, but finally he manages.
"So, I was going to bring you here to get to know you better," he has been refusing to take me to the zoo since I first turned him down two years ago.
"I'd guess you know me fairly well by now," I reply. I'm grinning at him, ignoring the hand fidgeting with something in his pocket.
"Well, I just have one more question..." he puts a small velvet box in my lap.
posted by Caroline 9/22/08 7:00PM instead of studying Management
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