Not sure why it is, but apparently every time I pull into Mr. OoT’s town, the universe signals Repo Man to text me. Weird. Anywhoo, it was requested by Mr. OoT that I plan on arriving to his place around 7pm on Saturday. Whatevs. As he lives a scant 20 minutes away from one of the most amazing feats of nature that I’ve ever seen, I opted to head up there around noon. Just me, my dog, my overpacked bag, and a big question mark whether I would be there for 24 or 48 hours.
I got to his town around 2pm and went to the state park where the closest thing to my zen inducing love of water could work it’s magic. It was amazing. I was wearing a cute dress, the weather was gorgeous, the park was packed, the falls were magical. I sat in the grass, took some selfies with my dog, offered to take photos of couples struggling with their own selfies and had a very nice time. Bonus (or not) was that I believe I flashed half the park when getting up off the ground. Sorry nature lovers, there’s just no graceful way to go about that when holding a dog leash and trying not to fall over.
I Snapchatted Mr. OoT (’cause I’m a 13 year old girl) a pic of my dog and I at the park and let him know that although we were already in town, we would plan on arriving to his place at 7 as requested unless I heard otherwise. Well duh, of course I heard otherwise. His son’s school even ended a bit early, so I got the green light for 5pm. Yey. Now I know I’ll get fed. Priorities people!
He greeted me with a huge smile, a hug and a kiss. We all went out to dinner and then did touristy things the rest of the evening (much to his 15 year old son’s dismay; although he was a great sport). Our waitress at dinner accidentally assumed that I was ‘the mom’ in the equation and addressed me as such. Poor OoT’s son wanted to crawl under the table. Of course, being the kind, understanding and compassionate woman that I am, I completely ‘got’ his being uncomfortable with that mistake. And then proceeded to address him as ‘son’ the rest of the evening and question my parenting with him. He either loves me or wants to kill me. Not sure which. As it entertained the hell out of me and Mr. OoT, I wasn’t too worried about it.
We had another great weekend. There were a couple of awkward things that happened though. Like when we returned Mr. OoT’s son to his mom’s (wife #2) on Sunday night and I sat in the car while everyone hung out and talked
for way too long a scant 10 feet from the car. I don’t think ex wife #2 even knew I was in the car, but it was a little odd for me to be sitting there. Mr. OoT apologized when he got back in the car as he wasn’t planning on chatting with her for so long. He knew I was a little weirded out by it and asked me what I thought he should have done. Er, huh, no clue. No reason for me to meet one of the ex wives at this point, so I really didn’t have an answer for him. Although I couldn’t see her face as her back was to me, she was a petite little blonde with tons of hair. Kinda weird seeing Mr. OoT standing around chatting up someone that he used to sleep with. Huh.
We talked a lot this weekend. Not about us, but about ‘things’. He told me something that he had been super nervous about letting me know and had been questioning whether to tell me at all. As I had already guessed at his ‘secret’ weeks ago, I just flat out asked him. And he was completely honest with me. He expected a completely different reaction from me than the one he got and was relieved as hell. Kinda think he still has it in his head that I’m a bit of a mash up of all his exes mixed with a tad uptight bitch. Sorry babe, I’m a bit unique in that I can’t really be categorized.
I ended up staying the 2 nights (yey for me and my vagina). I was pretty sad heading home today. I won’t see him for another 2 weeks. We still haven’t spoken about ‘us’. Although he did mention needing to have ‘the talk’ at some point, I just opted to ignore that comment and continue to live in the moment. I like him. Plain and simple. Is he the one for me? I have no clue. He’s the one that makes me happy in the now, so I’ll go with that. Oh, and the fact that we had a pretty major make out sesh right before I left, I’m pretty sure that he won’t be thinking of anyone but me for the next 2 weeks. He’s already confirmed twice that I’ll see him in 2 weeks, right? Right.