Falling in love, Part III
Sunday.
Sunday SUNDAYRight, so I had to wait until, what was it, noon? One? for him to arrive. Plenty of time to pace and reflect on the previous days adventures. He sent me an email,
"I loved our day today. Thanks again for the adventures!"
Mmm, lovely. When he arrived, another hug, another bound down the stairs, and we both had the same idea. Let's enjoy nature!
What better way to frolic together than on a nice hike? So he decided to drive us up to the Flagstaff above Boulder. It was pretty darn cold and windy up there, and I wasn't really dressed for it. He offered me a scarf, which I accepted not just for its warmth but so I could smell it. So far everything about him smelled divine. I do like a fellow who smells good.
Then he pulled out cookies. He'd sent me a photo just before I flew to Denver of some cookies he'd made for his work's Halloween party. He used his grandmother's recipe and made them from scratch. More melting.
He brought a tupperware full of them and we snacked. They were delicious, but I could barely taste them. I had a lot of trouble tasting sometimes when I was around him. It was as if everything he did made me want to be with him even more.
Well the mountain trail was indeed a perfect place to scamper. Sometimes we shunned the trail in favour of romping through crusty snow. We ricocheted off rocks and he would help me down slippery slopes. Pretty soon the both of us were warmed up from the exercise. I was panting heavily, partially due to the high altitude. I remember taking time to stop and look around, try to remember all the neat twisty pine trees, the smell of the air, and oh...ugh my nose was running. Great job body. It's super cold, let's be wet.
The sun was already on it's way below the horizon when we stopped at a vista viewpoint called Artist's Point. When he said that's what it was called, I didn't believe him, again. I thought he was pulling my leg. No, it really is called Artist's Point.
I climbed a small pine tree at the Point. My hands were numb with cold and I didn't notice the abrasions from rough bark until later. I pulled out my camera and..ugh!! The batteries were dead?! That was impossible, I had just charged them. Well, he let me use his camera and I took some amazing photos of...of...uh. Bark. Wow.
And some of the view.
We sat next to one another on a very cold rock, looking out at the glimmering city lights. And then...
He put his arms around me. And I blissed out, leaned into him, and we shivered together.
We moved on and boy was I bouncy after that! My head and heart were swirling with glee. Surely he likes me me too?
We arrived at a large stone amphitheater that over looked the lights of Denver. This is not my photo, but so you all can see:
We jumped down those rocks in a glorious rush down hill. And we sat next to one another with our legs dangling off the back edge of the stage and looked at the nearly full moon and listened to the susurration of the wind in the pines. He had his arm around me again, and I looked into his eyes and I wanted so badly to tell him. It was on the very tip of my tongue, ready to burst from my lips.
And we looked away from one another and the moment had passed. We both decided it was time to head back. The sun was gone, the moon cast blue shadows. I attacked a clump of snow in the middle of the road that was surely a polar bear out to get us, but turned out to be a roadkilled snowman. I felt bad about that, but dragged it to the side of the road so the snow scavengers wouldn't get hit.
My throat was pretty torn up from the bitterly cold air and we both needed some warming up. We decided hot tea was just thing! We sat in the back of a coffee shop for quite a while talking, sharing more stories, hopes, dreams. At some point he asked me some questions that should have opened the door for me to talk about my feeling for him but I am such a chicken. We had displayed some mutual affection for one another, but I wasn't ready to spill everything out at his feet, perhaps I had misunderstood, perhaps I should wait and feel things out even more.
Monday he had a lot of work to finish up from his previous job, and we didn't see each other. We chatted, and I pined for his company.
Tueday, November 8th
He came for me in the evening, after another day of work and wrapping things up. I love Indian food and he knew the perfect place to show me called The Jewel of India. The food was incredible, I had lamb vindaloo that was the perfect amount of spicy, the rice was fragrant. He had chicken tikka masala and while it was tasty, it wasn't as good as the tikka in San Francisco at Ruchi, where I eat with manojalpa every time I visit her. Everything was very good, though. The naan ohh the naan.
Then he took a big gulp of water, and he looked me in the eye.
And he began to speak.
"I have a terrible confession to make to you: when it comes to matters of the heart, I’m not a very good coyote.
I’m not a rascal, casual, fly-by-night kind of guy. I don’t play the dating game. I’m not looking for a quick fix - nor am I one.
Instead, I just flat-out fall for people. And when that happens, it’s my heart telling me that I need to write a story with someone - hopefully a long one. Because of that, I tend to take things really slow and serious.
So, I need to tell you something.
I am falling for you, Amber.
All last weekend, I was holding myself back. I really wanted to kiss you Sunday night on Flagstaff -- it was so romantic! But I didn’t, because I wanted to tell you these things first. I’m a big believer in honesty and in staying on the same page with someone. So if this is not something that you’re looking for, then all you need to do is tell me. Because the last thing I want to do is waste anyone’s time."
I lost half of what he said due to my heartbeat roaring in my ears. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had had many many dreams in the past several months about this moment, and this was the best dream I'd had. it was happening. He was telling me everything I'd wanted to hear...right down to taking things slow.
Once he finished, I told him everything. I told him how I inexplicably began to like him after FC. Told him how the more I got to know him, the more wonderful he became to me. Told him how i was up all night thinking of him, and how the plan to see him fell into place. How I'd flown to see him, to confess. And he'd beaten me to it.
He reached over and touched my fingertips, and after some careful exploring, our hands entwined.
And we were on the same page for many many things. We laid things out, right there on the table. We are both looking for the same things, want the same things, and found compatibility on some very deep and important things.
I have felt bliss before, but nothing can hold a candle to the joy I was feeling then. Time had no meaning. I don't know how long we were at our table talking. A few minutes? Hours? When we resurfaced, it seemed that they were closing and we had to leave.
As soon as we got outside I flung myself at him for that hug I'd been wanting for so very long. Dammit it was cold but I held onto him. Inhaled him. Enjoyed everything about him, about us, in that moment.
He took me to a frozen yogurt place right next to the Indian place and he showed me the wonders of make your own and then weigh it frozen yogurt treats. I was super full but eager to try and I wanted to spend as much time with him before we had to part ways again. We swapped more information about ourselves, found only understanding and frankness.
He walked me to Wolf nymph's door, and we kissed for the first time. I felt awkward and joyful and still in a state of disbelief.
Wolf nymph let me in and I had to lean heavily against the inside of the door, still shaking, almost unable to stand.
"I am falling for you..."
End Part III
Sunday SUNDAYRight, so I had to wait until, what was it, noon? One? for him to arrive. Plenty of time to pace and reflect on the previous days adventures. He sent me an email,
"I loved our day today. Thanks again for the adventures!"
Mmm, lovely. When he arrived, another hug, another bound down the stairs, and we both had the same idea. Let's enjoy nature!
What better way to frolic together than on a nice hike? So he decided to drive us up to the Flagstaff above Boulder. It was pretty darn cold and windy up there, and I wasn't really dressed for it. He offered me a scarf, which I accepted not just for its warmth but so I could smell it. So far everything about him smelled divine. I do like a fellow who smells good.
Then he pulled out cookies. He'd sent me a photo just before I flew to Denver of some cookies he'd made for his work's Halloween party. He used his grandmother's recipe and made them from scratch. More melting.
He brought a tupperware full of them and we snacked. They were delicious, but I could barely taste them. I had a lot of trouble tasting sometimes when I was around him. It was as if everything he did made me want to be with him even more.
Well the mountain trail was indeed a perfect place to scamper. Sometimes we shunned the trail in favour of romping through crusty snow. We ricocheted off rocks and he would help me down slippery slopes. Pretty soon the both of us were warmed up from the exercise. I was panting heavily, partially due to the high altitude. I remember taking time to stop and look around, try to remember all the neat twisty pine trees, the smell of the air, and oh...ugh my nose was running. Great job body. It's super cold, let's be wet.
The sun was already on it's way below the horizon when we stopped at a vista viewpoint called Artist's Point. When he said that's what it was called, I didn't believe him, again. I thought he was pulling my leg. No, it really is called Artist's Point.
I climbed a small pine tree at the Point. My hands were numb with cold and I didn't notice the abrasions from rough bark until later. I pulled out my camera and..ugh!! The batteries were dead?! That was impossible, I had just charged them. Well, he let me use his camera and I took some amazing photos of...of...uh. Bark. Wow.
And some of the view.
We sat next to one another on a very cold rock, looking out at the glimmering city lights. And then...
He put his arms around me. And I blissed out, leaned into him, and we shivered together.
We moved on and boy was I bouncy after that! My head and heart were swirling with glee. Surely he likes me me too?
We arrived at a large stone amphitheater that over looked the lights of Denver. This is not my photo, but so you all can see:
We jumped down those rocks in a glorious rush down hill. And we sat next to one another with our legs dangling off the back edge of the stage and looked at the nearly full moon and listened to the susurration of the wind in the pines. He had his arm around me again, and I looked into his eyes and I wanted so badly to tell him. It was on the very tip of my tongue, ready to burst from my lips.
And we looked away from one another and the moment had passed. We both decided it was time to head back. The sun was gone, the moon cast blue shadows. I attacked a clump of snow in the middle of the road that was surely a polar bear out to get us, but turned out to be a roadkilled snowman. I felt bad about that, but dragged it to the side of the road so the snow scavengers wouldn't get hit.
My throat was pretty torn up from the bitterly cold air and we both needed some warming up. We decided hot tea was just thing! We sat in the back of a coffee shop for quite a while talking, sharing more stories, hopes, dreams. At some point he asked me some questions that should have opened the door for me to talk about my feeling for him but I am such a chicken. We had displayed some mutual affection for one another, but I wasn't ready to spill everything out at his feet, perhaps I had misunderstood, perhaps I should wait and feel things out even more.
Monday he had a lot of work to finish up from his previous job, and we didn't see each other. We chatted, and I pined for his company.
Tueday, November 8th
He came for me in the evening, after another day of work and wrapping things up. I love Indian food and he knew the perfect place to show me called The Jewel of India. The food was incredible, I had lamb vindaloo that was the perfect amount of spicy, the rice was fragrant. He had chicken tikka masala and while it was tasty, it wasn't as good as the tikka in San Francisco at Ruchi, where I eat with manojalpa every time I visit her. Everything was very good, though. The naan ohh the naan.
Then he took a big gulp of water, and he looked me in the eye.
And he began to speak.
"I have a terrible confession to make to you: when it comes to matters of the heart, I’m not a very good coyote.
I’m not a rascal, casual, fly-by-night kind of guy. I don’t play the dating game. I’m not looking for a quick fix - nor am I one.
Instead, I just flat-out fall for people. And when that happens, it’s my heart telling me that I need to write a story with someone - hopefully a long one. Because of that, I tend to take things really slow and serious.
So, I need to tell you something.
I am falling for you, Amber.
All last weekend, I was holding myself back. I really wanted to kiss you Sunday night on Flagstaff -- it was so romantic! But I didn’t, because I wanted to tell you these things first. I’m a big believer in honesty and in staying on the same page with someone. So if this is not something that you’re looking for, then all you need to do is tell me. Because the last thing I want to do is waste anyone’s time."
I lost half of what he said due to my heartbeat roaring in my ears. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had had many many dreams in the past several months about this moment, and this was the best dream I'd had. it was happening. He was telling me everything I'd wanted to hear...right down to taking things slow.
Once he finished, I told him everything. I told him how I inexplicably began to like him after FC. Told him how the more I got to know him, the more wonderful he became to me. Told him how i was up all night thinking of him, and how the plan to see him fell into place. How I'd flown to see him, to confess. And he'd beaten me to it.
He reached over and touched my fingertips, and after some careful exploring, our hands entwined.
And we were on the same page for many many things. We laid things out, right there on the table. We are both looking for the same things, want the same things, and found compatibility on some very deep and important things.
I have felt bliss before, but nothing can hold a candle to the joy I was feeling then. Time had no meaning. I don't know how long we were at our table talking. A few minutes? Hours? When we resurfaced, it seemed that they were closing and we had to leave.
As soon as we got outside I flung myself at him for that hug I'd been wanting for so very long. Dammit it was cold but I held onto him. Inhaled him. Enjoyed everything about him, about us, in that moment.
He took me to a frozen yogurt place right next to the Indian place and he showed me the wonders of make your own and then weigh it frozen yogurt treats. I was super full but eager to try and I wanted to spend as much time with him before we had to part ways again. We swapped more information about ourselves, found only understanding and frankness.
He walked me to Wolf nymph's door, and we kissed for the first time. I felt awkward and joyful and still in a state of disbelief.
Wolf nymph let me in and I had to lean heavily against the inside of the door, still shaking, almost unable to stand.
"I am falling for you..."
End Part III