We had our first official date on the weekend. Until now whenever Convenience Store Girl (CSG) and I (I) got together it was either at her store for a few minutes while I paid for my orange juice, or in my apartment, where we listen to music, talk, then watch a movie until she falls to sleep.
We did go out for lunch on Wednesday, and then for a walk along the river, but I didn’t really feel like I had asked her out specifically on a date. It felt like there could still be room for a misunderstanding, so during the car ride home I turned to her and asked if she’d like to go out… like, on a date.
“So… would you like to have lunch with me on Saturday?”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
“…okay, but like, on a date?”
She laughed at the way I said “date”. Later on that night we had our first kiss. And then a whole bunch of others. I wasn’t really keeping count.
…this is interesting, I’ve never written about a current girlfriend on Salted. I’ve only dated two other women since starting this blog, and each time both of them were reading and commenting…
So on Saturday I took her to a local tea room owned by a friend of my family. She makes great sandwiches and desserts. It’s really the only place in town that has an atmosphere approaching ‘romantic’. I met CSG at her apartment door and handed her a small but bright bouquet of flowers from a local florist.
And she started to cry. She had never received flowers before. Ever.
She started dating her soon-to-be ex-husband (STBEH) in high school, they moved in together after a month, then after four years they got married. Four years later he has yet to buy her flowers. What a fucking tool.
My plan is to buy her a lot more of them.
Over the weekend she told me a bit about her marriage. She had breakfast ready for her STBEH when he woke up, his lunch was in a brown bag for when he left for work, dinner on the table when he got home, made sure his friends had a fridge full of beer on the weekends and the house kept immaculate at all times. She’s thirty, but she was living in the 1930’s.
Last year she found out he had recently cheated on her, so she punched him — breaking his nose, divided the house in half and got a lawyer. Since then she has also dropped sixty-five pounds.
Mostly, she says, by eating salads. But she also works with her father cutting wood, and roofing and other “light” construction stuff.
When I was fifteen I spent a few weeks splitting a couple of dozen cords of wood with a sledgehammer and a wedge. One of the worst working experiences of my life. She spent two days in the bush recently with her dad swinging a sledgehammer and cutting wood.
She’s also done some roofing over the past few years. Kerr Ray Zee.
She’s also getting six to eight hours of sleep on a regular basis for the past ten days. She’s been a hardcore insomniac for the past ten years, or more. But since we started talking about her sleep problem, and since I bought her some melatonin supplements, she’s getting the best sleep since she was a kid.
She keeps saying it’s because I relax her… so I tell her I’m perfectly willing to let her use my body. Then, generally, she calls me “boyishly handsome” and fall to sleep.
It’s actually freaking her out. She’s waking up with an energy she’s never had, but she’s also lost four to six hours from her day because she’s sleeping now.
Waking up is something new to her as well. She’s never had a hard time getting up in the morning, so that early morning grogginess is making her worried… like there’s something wrong with her. She asked me about it the other day, like she was afraid she might be getting sick or something.
One thing she’s getting better at is recognizing “feeling sleepy” means “time for bed”.
CSG is also a Metal Head. Which is way cool with me, Metal is like Punk without the politics. But I did get a little freaked out when she told me she didn’t like Elvis.
The only problem we seem to be having is I feel like I’d like to take a week off from our two week relationship. I’ve gone from having no one but family in my life — and that was only on Sunday, to having someone constantly in my life. It feels like a huge distraction… but I’m not sure from what, exactly.
I guess one thing is I generally need time to myself even before I start to write… once I actually start writing I need certain things to be a certain way. So even when she’s sleeping here I have a hard time getting anything done. I fully admit I can become irritable when I feel like I should be writing and there’s something preventing me from getting it done… it feels like a sugar craving.
It’s just something new to work through. I’m sure I’ll find some kind of balance. I think, if that’s the only thing I can find to complain about right now, we’re doing alright.
Actually I’m a little freaked that she knows almost everyone in town. It really feels like when I’m walking through town people are smiling at me… like they know a little secret. And that always drives me nuts.
I’m taking her out for dinner tonight (Tuesday), but I’m not sure where yet… and then we’ll be in Ottawa for dinner and a movie on Friday. Her favourite restaurant is A&W.
I don’t know why people don’t buy more flowers.
Oh… right, as we were finishing lunch at the tea room I thought I heard my mom’s voice behind me, and asked CSG to describe the speaker. She told me it was the owner… so wrong. It was my mom and step-dad. They had been in the restaurant with us the whole time (it’s small, but shaped like a sideways L). So, on our first date, CSG got to meet my parents.
As payback she left me in her kitchen alone with her father last night.