After our first date he waited oh....about 12 hours to call me. He invited me to spend the evening at his family cabin with a married couple friend of his. He told me to wear boots.....being a cowgirl I wore my cowgirl boots.
We must have hiked three miles into the cabin in 4 feet of snow. Now the roads were packed down for snowmobiles, but heaven help you if you step off the path. Which I did and sunk to my waist.
Mr. B being a perfectionist at everything was well up the path ahead of me. Lucky for me his friend stayed behind and helped me out of my hole.
Mr. B packed in a VCR [yes, the old-fashioned kind], food and snacks. When we got to the cabin, he started a fire and we watched Aliens.
Now, just for fun imagine me [LOVER of scary MOVIES] and him [NOT].
All the while he is imagining this girly girl watching the movie, cuddling in, needing his protection.
Instead let me paint you reality. Me, yawning, sleeping through the scary parts. HIM WIDE EYED, AFRAID NEARLY TO DEATH. After the movie I excused myself up to the loft to sleep. He thought I would need his protection and snuggle the night away. Little did he know.
I got up during the night, it was a gasp to see him jump up and look around scared to death from the sounds I was making in the balcony...
...he really was scared, and sleeping alone in the scary main floor of the cabin, he didn't sleep much.
I slept great. The next morning we had breakfast and then headed on our miles trek out of the woods, and home. I had a blast.
How could I have known that he would now make me wait 3 months for a first kiss. That will teach ya to leave a boy all alone, scared out of his wits, in a cabin after watching Aliens. It nearly killed me waiting for our first kiss. I was falling in love fast with this beautiful boy, and yes; Mr. B was falling in love with me!
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?