|The Ugly Truth|
|Written by OHmommy|
|Friday, 20 November 2009 00:00|
On our second date we went jogging. The day before, I frantically invaded my roommate's closet to research what avid runners wore. I wasn't a runner but willingly accepted the challenge because how hard was it to run a couple of blocks and, oh my gosh, he was so cute. The plan was to run from my apartment building down to Lake Michigan for a total of two miles. Only, I begged for a water break outside of Macy's a mere seven blocks from my front step. The door man knew me by name and welcomed me to my familiar stomping grounds. My future husband smirked at my smile of relief and no words needed to be exchanged to understand. I. Was. Not. A. Runner.
On our second date we had everything bagels, wearing jogging threads, inside the mall.
On our third date he asked me if I enjoyed the outdoors, specifically camping. "My most memorable camping trip was at Yellowstone with my father." I flirted with my eyes. I failed to mention that it was the only time I "camped" and ended up sleeping in the van down by the river frightened of bugs. Ew. And animals (I dislike animals). Double eww. "I really loved Yellowstone." I honestly admitted after remembering the natural beauty of the mountains, giving him just enough information without out right lying to him.
On our third date we decided to go on a day long hike, as our next date, seeing we were both outdoor hobbyists. It was a very good fourth date (hi mom and dad!!!) that ended up with blisters, on my part, from the wrong choice of footwear which resulted in a magical foot massage.
Throughout the early days of courting I never lied to him but did dance around the truth to appear more "his type." Only to shamelessly find myself stuck in a bad Bridget Jones type of scenario that shed more light on my true persona than I was ready to admit. He smirked a lot back in those days. I like to think that I am always in control as I awkwardly avoid the truth and manipulate to get the things that I want but in the end I'm pretty sure he had me all figured out by our second date. And that's the ugly truth.
|Last Updated on Friday, 20 November 2009 00:31|