||[Jan. 12th, 2010|12:45 pm]
things have been a bit crazy the past few weeks. i kind of feel like my life has been turned upside down in the most pleasant of ways.|
i kind of want to tell the story...
so i was going to be leaving for LA on christmas. a few days before christmas, i realized that nobody would probably be able to give me a ride to the airport that morning because they'd all be doing christmas stuff. i posted something on facebook asking if anyone would give me a ride. the next day at work, this cool lady i work with (camille) who is my friend on facebook was like, "Hey, so did you ever find a ride?" and i said "nope. but i'll figure something out..." and she says, "well, bonner can take you"
i thought it might just be a joke, and it seemed really out of the blue. bonner, tim bonner, is a guy who works there. he goes by his last name because there are 5 different tims in the store (4 of them in the kitchen) so it gets a bit confusing. i looked down the kitchen and he was at the other end, and he was nodding and looking serious. i started blushing because i couldn't really tell if camille was serious or if it was a joke (the tims are notorious for joking around). camille proceeded to make me get tim's number, which was kind of odd because he didn't know what his number was, so she had to get it from her phone for me. i wrote it on a coffee sleeve in sharpie. i made jokes about drinking beer before the airport and felt a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing, but i walked away from it with a strange smile. later that day at work, i kept thinking about how romantic it would be to hang out on christmas day with basically a total stranger...
turns out, the next day i switched my flight to be with my cousin stef, so i could just get a ride with her to the airport. camille came up to me at work and asked, "so, did you call bonner yet?" and i was like "oh shoot. well i don't need a ride now... do you think i should call him and let him know?" and she was like "oh definitely. i know you don't see it at work much, but bonner is really really smart and a really cool guy. and he's hilarious. and i know he really really wants to hang out with you."
at which point i was blushing, giggling, and hiding behind the giant oven mitts i was wearing at the time. camille walked away and i saw her a few minutes later whispering to another lady in the corner, looking at me and imitating my oven mitt gestures. i knew then that something was going on.
i mustered up the courage to text him on christmas eve and tell him i didn't need a ride but that we should hang out. he told me to call him in the morning. i woke up christmas morning and had a really nice, relaxing, slow morning. i packed for my trip and got everything ready, hung out with elliott, and listened to "in the morning of the magicians" like 50 times. finally, i called him around 10 when i figured it wasn't too insanely early. he answered and we had a really awkward phone conversation druing which i managed to get directions to his house and he told me to come over.
on the way there, i was really nervous. i still had a vague idea that the whole thing might be some big joke, or that he might not really expect me to come, or that he'd be passed out once i got there (he had definitely been drinking...), and the idea of just entering a random house for the first time to see someone i hardly knew was kind of daunting. but i found it, and i went in. he offered me beer and whiskey which i gladly took to ease the nervousness. we ended up just sitting around, drinking and talking, for a while. eventually, we took elliott to hidden park. i brought beers in my jacket and totally dropped one right when we got out of the car, shattering glass everywhere. we proceeded to find a spot in the middle of the park, plop down in the sun, and try not to be noticed as drunk.
at some point in the day, tim asked me how old i thought he was. i made a serious guess: 27. he just laughed at me before telling me he is 33. he pretty much immediately told me that he liked me a lot. he even went so far as to say, "so... i don't get it. you're like super cute, and smart... so what's the catch? why are you even hanging out with somene like me?" i didnt' really know the answer, but by the time we got to the park, i was extremely taken by him and starting to get comfortable around him.
we went back to his house and talked a little to hsi friend who is staying there and watched a movie or something. at some point, he said, "do you want to go lay down for a bit?" and i gladly consented. we went to his room and laid down on his bed and fell asleep in one of the most blissful naps i've ever had.
i woke up to stefanie calling me around 430, saying she and her dad were heading toward my house to pick me up for the airport. i don't know exactly why... maybe because they were getting there so early, maybe because of the alcohol, but i didn't get up. i fell back asleep, hoping that my phone would ring again once they got to my house and i could just race back over there.
i woke up about 530. my flight was supposed to leave at 605. i immediately called family as i jumped out of tim's bed, grabbed elliott, and raced back to my house. my uncles were still at my house, even though stef already got taken to the airport. i ran inside, grabbed my shit and put elliott away in about 30 seconds, apologizing the entire time, dazed and confused and slightly embarassed. my uncle carl got me to the airport on time, partly thanks to the flight being delayed, and i got on the plane with stef and proceeded to tell her the whole story. the whole family thought i had gone insane, or AWOL, or was on drugs... a story that managed to spread even to some of my friends before i was able to correct it. i still don't get why nobody called me after the initial call at 430, but anyway.
needless to say, i was kind of blown away by the events of the day. out of nowhere, random guy who i'd had little encounters with but hadn't consciously thought about, this crazy blissful drunken dream of a christmas day...
we texted almost constantly the entire time i was in LA and talked on the phone every day for like at least an hour. completely surprising to me.
he planned to pick me up from the airport when i got back. i was on the phone with him most of the time i was waiting at LAX, and my flight got delayed so i had to wait even longer. when i finally got back to abq, he was waiting at the gate. i was nervous to see him, almost nervous i wouldn't even recognize him... that's how little we'd actually spent time together. he took me to his car, where he had a fifth of jim beam and a pack of camels waiting for me... which sounds kind of lame but i thought was really sweet. i mentioned wanting to smoke like once in LA when i was on the phone, and he remembered what kind i had last time and got them for me. when we got out of the parking garage, the amount he had to pay made me realize he'd been there like a really long time. i felt bad, but he said "well... i was just sitting around all night waiting to come get you anyway, and i didn't want to be late..." we ended up going to gecko's to get drinks with my cousins tracy and brian. as we sat there, i remember looking over and just thinking to myself "wow. he is really cute." like. the first time i really got to look at him. i was slightly embarassed when it was revealed he was the oldest person at the table, even after my cousin tracy swore she must be the oldest, but i didn't really care.
and so it started. fast forward, and basically we've spent time together almost every single day since i got back from LA. i feel like it's crazy, but it's perfect. we have both gone through similar romantic histories, his spread out a bit mroe in time, but essentially the same. we both had a really long term thing that ended, followed by a really short-but-intense and painful experience, followed by random shit that we didn't really care about. when i described to him how i'd started to feel like i was just not meant to have relationships, like i was somehow broken forever and just couldn't do it anymore, he knew exactly what i meant.
and yet here we are, both our minds completely changed. i don't mean for this to sound cheesy and i'm sure what i write can't really convey it, but... i've been completely smitten. the night i got back from LA he asked me to be his girlfriend, something that i would normally recoil from completely, but i honestly was so happy. we said "love" to each other just a few days later. and i really really feel it. we finish each others sentences, but we aren't so similar that it's boring or annoying, either. we've spent just about every night together, talked and cooked and eaten and drank together...... though it's only been a few weeks, i am completely in love.
thus i feel kind of insane.
so anyway... kind of a long story, probably not that entertaining. i guess i just wanted to attempt to capture it in words, maybe help myself remember it down the road.