Well, Studmuffin and I only ran into each other occasionally for awhile. I knew he had a thing for me. I know that's terribly conceited, but I did know. For some strange reason this was the very reason I didn't want to date him. I thought I'd just walk all over him. However, you must realize how incredibly nice Studmuffin is.
Seriously, he is very nice. Example: I'm laying on the couch snuggled under a blanket last night. "Don't you wish the overhead light was off, and some lamps were on instead? That light is hurting my eyes." Studmuffin gets out from his warm blanket on his warm couch, adjusts the light, and brings me a drink while he's up! I KNOW! I totally don't deserve someone that nice! (Studmuffin has been heard to say: Yeah, I let her think she wears the pants in the family. But just about the time she starts to button them, I RIP THEM OFF! Yep, he shared that in CHURCH! I was so embarrassed. He loves to embarrass me.) But, back to our topic.
Unfortunately, that seemed to truly be my mindset in high school. I only liked nice boys for friends. If you treated me bad, had little to no respect for my feelings, then I was sure to be madly in love with you. Sick, I know. Anyway, Sabra, was sick and tired of it. She loved Studmuffin (as a friend, silly, don't be adding drama to this story!). She thought he was a great guy. She thought we should be together. She was obviously way smarter than me. Of course, I think I forgot to mention she had known Studmuffin before I did. For quite awhile. Sabra had moved a lot growing up, and I swear, that girl knew EVERYONE!
So, Sabra took matters in her own hands. She arranged a movie night with friends. There were going to be 6 of us going. The obvious people, and 3 other people who I forget. We were all to meet at her house at a certain time (probably about 5 o'clock or so) and head to the big town for dinner and a movie. I need to give you some background on where I lived. I lived 26 miles from the town I went to school in. Actually, I lived 26 miles from any town. I lived 55 miles from the nearest movie theater. Okay, quick flash forward: Do you realize Studmuffin lived 40 miles from my parents? He would drive to pick me up, drive me to our date, return me home, then return to his home. That was roughly 200 miles per date! Yipes!
So, the Big Night comes. Sabra calls at about the time I should leave to meet everyone on time. It seems she forgot she had to work. As a matter of fact, suddenly everyone can't go. Except me. And Studmuffin. And, she simply doesn't have time to call him to cancel. Can I do that for her? I call him. He still wanted to go. So did I.
"Do you want me to come pick you up?" he asks.
"NO!" I reply, rather forcefully. "It's not like this is a real date or anything. We'll just meet up at Sabra's as planned, then carpool to the show."
We did. We took his new white Chevy step side short wheel based pickup. It was way cooler than my Escort, let me tell ya! We went and ate at Mazzio's Pizza. He paid. We went to the movie. He paid. We got popcorn and cokes. He paid. (Do you think this felt like a date to him?)
I can say in all honesty that was the best time I have ever had with a guy. I laughed so hard I had tears running down my face. He told story after story to make me laugh. Stories directed at himself to make me laugh. Who can resist those stories? You know I can't. Remember? I have no shame, if it garners a laugh!
When he took me back to my car, he asked, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"
I think I fell in love with him right then and there. He was modest and considerate. He respected me. He went out of his way to show consideration for me. He was funny. He was cute with a capital C (and still is.) He paid for me to have dinner, a movie, and snacks! When it wasn't even "a real date or anything!" What was not to love?
So...there you have it. My story of true love.
Yep. I love my Studmuffin. But I still hate Valentine's day.