Because its love, that’s why

Since G-man is here. Since I knew this day was coming. Since I heavily rely on my iPhone calendar to remind me (even though…I knew it was coming, like I said) and since you guys screamed for more..though my insecure side thinks you were just being polite…today marks the San Francisco date following our very first date.

Hooray for all!

I will now summarize it for you, for your inner joy that is a-leaping.

It was a cold and stormy night… Ok, not really.

Once he picked me up from the facility I was temporarily working, we started the long 2 1/2 hour drive to San Francisco. My roommate demanded I text her his license plate, so if anything happened to me, she would make sure they would “hunt him down!”

<these pictures are all from my point and shoot camera days>


There was no shortage of conversation the entire way and once we got there we found a place to park before making our trek to pier 39, where we were going to tour Alcatraz. But not before he nervously attempted to go down a one way street….the wrong way, missing the turn into the parking garage and almost running a red light.

Thank goodness he had me there to scream, ‘THAT’S A ONE WAY!’ ‘Red light, RED light RED LIGHT!’ ‘You know you can turn in right there, right?’

Yeah, you can thank my, type A ‘prison’ personality at that time. I was very vocal. …would you believe he thought it was assertive and attractive?? <At the time any way…later on in the relationship, it just got on his nerves, ha!>

After getting out to Alcatraz, I immediately fell into my ‘I’m weird with prison stuff’ personality and hardly talked. Like at all. Taking the tour, I felt like I was at work, so I got very quiet and stand offish. …was it dumb? Yes. Did I know this? Yes. But I just couldn’t get over the whole, I’m in a prison, I work in a prison, I already know this crap, why am I here, issues.

case in point. Alcatraz is a 3 tiered prison. I despise this style of prison. despise!


At one point he asked if I was ok, and I told him, I get in these quiet moods sometimes but that I’d be ok. And he completely respected it, giving me my space. He told me later he thought he did something wrong to make me ‘angry’. <Aahhh, weird Emily. How you get even on my nerves, sometimes.>

Once the tour was finished we walked back toward the ferry and he asked to hold my hand.  Perfect fit.



Winding our way through the crowds to find our seats for the Blue Angel show, our hands stay inner twined. We take our seats and enjoy the beautiful view.

uh oh little kiddies. Have no fear, they righted themselves pretty quickly. 


As each plane goes over, he described them in a way only a pilot who’s flown them would know, and I’m relishing in all the little perks in having a pilot as my date.


He’d tell me to watch from the left, while everyone was looking right, because he knew the jet was coming. To look up, as another soars past our heads. This date was turning out to be perfect.

Later that night, we drive to San Mateo for dinner at the Melting Pot and I’m shocked his form of directions to get there, are in the form of a google map. Not step by step written directions (like I depend on, heavily), but, here is a jumbled map of the area, good luck finding it, map. I knew this man had a brain.

After a wonderful dinner, we  make the long drive back to the facility. Holding hands in the car, I fall asleep…mouth wide open, facing him.

How did I know he thought it was a great date and the love of his life {I may be exaggerating on that last part}? When I woke up, he said he thought I looked cute sleeping like that.

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My last first date

I’m making the hour long drive into Modesto from my parents house. Right before leaving, I shared my news with my mom, that I was going on a date with a guy I met online. Having those words come out of my mouth were embarrassing to say the least, but it was a fact that I couldn’t deny.

After donning this exact outfit and getting my mom’s approval, I hopped in my car and made the long drive into town.


I was nervous, very nervous. So nervous, I stuck 2 napkins that I brought under each arm to keep from sweating on my top. This was very important to prevent…don’t want to give the wrong impression right from the start! The entire drive, I’m fighting the butterflies and by the time I find a parking spot at the restaurant, they’re flying uncontrolled.

I see him crossing the lot toward my car. My first thought was, ‘how did he know it was my car?’ but I realized who else would be parking a white State issued vehicle at Olive Garden? My second thought was, ‘he didn’t get very dressed up for the date.’ There he wears a polo and khaki shorts w/his sneakers. But I pay it no more mind as I have new, more serious matters to think over.

To hug? Or shake hands?? I mean, we’ve been emailing for a couple months now, so shaking hands seemed too formal, so a quick hug hello seemed the only way to go. After checking in with the hostess, we wait outside for our table. And the talking begins.

Easy flowing conversation about anything and all. He complements me on my shoes, zebra print flats, and I’m more than tickled he took the time to notice. The longer we stand there, the more the sun is bright in my eyes and before I know it, he steps between me and the sun, blocking it completely.

This simple, unprovoked thoughtful gesture, has me taken with him completely. He did it on his own. Maybe I’d been around men without manners for too long, who only do a kind gesture to get something in return, so the fact it was done without my asking or expecting anything from me, was more than I could handle at that moment.

I make all the ‘been single too long’ mistakes.
Open the doors myself.
Put in my name to the hostess before he can even make it to her, and the worst of all…

As we’re being led to our table, I go to take my seat when I see he’s following me, around my side of the table. I’m screaming inside, thinking how bold he is to think he can sit on my side with me on the first date! I quickly pull out my chair and sit and notice his hesitation before pulling his own out, on the other side and sit down. I realize at that moment; he wasn’t going to sit on my side, he was going to pull my chair out for me.

No man had ever pulled my chair out. Once again, I was taken with him.

As we go through dinner, time seems to stand still. Hours are passing, the servers have ceased to serve us, allowing us the privacy they clearly saw we wanted and the attraction and familiarity between us two grows more and more. He eats off my plate, and I don’t mind. He gives me some of his food off his and I gladly take it. 4 hours have passed when we decide we probably should let the restaurant have their table back but are reluctant to call it a night.

He hugs me goodbye and there wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in my mind that I was going to see this man again.

Not a shadow of a doubt in my mind, that he was the man I was going to marry.

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