I’ve decided. Day dates are my favourite.
Boy and I sat outside his favourite fish and chips shop, eating out of newspaper cones with wooden forks and listening to some guy busk. Mid meal he stood up and approached the man, throwing some money in his guitar case. I watched as they chatted and shook hands before he sat back down.
“Nothing. Made a request.”
And then the busker started playing an acoustic version of Wet Wet Wet’s Love Is All Around. Seriously. I didn’t know what to say so I just raised my brows but he shrugged and laughed and said “What? It’s a good song.”
Afterwards we got frozen yogurt and went for a walk by the river. The fucking river with it’s light reflecting waters, and tree lined edges, and autumn leaf covered trails, and all the cute dogs getting walked by their owners, and the even cuter old couples strolling by holding hands and smiling at us for doing the same. Seriously.
It was such a movie-worthy day that at one point I stopped him to ask what rom com he had been watching before he picked me up. He just looked at me with this stupidly adorable confused face that only served to make the moment that much more perfect.
On the way home, I had to stop off at my mom’s to pick something up and he introduced himself and helped carry in her groceries. SERIOUSLY. Then he dropped me to mine, kissed me, and asked when he could see me again. I said I wasn’t sure (I have a busy week) but he said “I’ll take that as a ‘soon’ then.”
20 minutes later I get a text that says “as picturesque as that lake was, I sure have a lot of duck shit on my shoes” and I grin for a solid five minutes. Or maybe I just never stopped.
The whole thing was all so disgustingly cute, and I am doomed. Doomed because no matter how hard I fight against it, I’m falling for this unreal human with his sarcastic jokes, and gorgeous hair, and beautiful singing voice, and goofy playfulness, and unwavering patience.
Now I’m sitting here seriously wondering what the fuck I ever did to have someone like him be interested in a basket case like me.
Life is weird (and maybe a little wonderful).
