Weekend With Samantha
I'm sure there has to be at least ONE person out there dying to know how my weekend with Samantha (AKA 30 First Dates Girl) went.
In a word, it was amazing. I got to my hotel around 3:30ish and called her; she was downstairs so I went down and met her. Our meeting had the usual slight awkwardness that internet meetings usually have. We went off to have a quick drink at the casino bar and talk for a bit; then we wound up going shopping since I had neglected to bring enough shirts with me. We had a fun time shopping and talking, looking at various knickknacks, etc. We held hands and were quite cosy in general. Later we went to dinner at her favorite restaurant and had a smashingly good dinner. After dinner we went back to my hotel room . . . and talked. A lot. Oh, and we watched a very bad scary movie. And talked. A lot.
The next day we had brunch at Denny's, then she had to go home for a while to do some things. We met up at 5ish and wound up talking for 3 hours before getting around to having dinner (Mexican). Then we went on a brief tour where she showed me one of her favorite places in Vegas, and I picked a flower for her. She had to be up frightfully early so we said good-bye around 10:30 or 11. She came by my room early the next morning (like, 5:45 a.m.!) and we talked and snuggled and snuggled and talked until she had to go to a doctor's appointment, and then I had to go as well.
The summary -- wow. I'm really blown away by this girl, and my DCG-ness is at zero around her. She's smart, she's musical, she's talented, she has the most amazing green eyes, she's fun, she's pretty... and I trust her. I'm really not sure how we got to this point, but the scary part is that I'm not at all scared.
She's decided she wants to move to my home town, but, as she said, "not for *you*, for *me*." I'm not sure what that will mean for the future of this blog, but check back and I'll try to let you know.
Addendum: Just to be clear, when I say "talk", above, I actually mean talking. It's not a euphemism. We have the most amazing ability to talk, both about really serious things and not-so-serious things. It makes my heart glad :-). Oh, and "snuggling" just means snuggling, okay?
In a word, it was amazing. I got to my hotel around 3:30ish and called her; she was downstairs so I went down and met her. Our meeting had the usual slight awkwardness that internet meetings usually have. We went off to have a quick drink at the casino bar and talk for a bit; then we wound up going shopping since I had neglected to bring enough shirts with me. We had a fun time shopping and talking, looking at various knickknacks, etc. We held hands and were quite cosy in general. Later we went to dinner at her favorite restaurant and had a smashingly good dinner. After dinner we went back to my hotel room . . . and talked. A lot. Oh, and we watched a very bad scary movie. And talked. A lot.
The next day we had brunch at Denny's, then she had to go home for a while to do some things. We met up at 5ish and wound up talking for 3 hours before getting around to having dinner (Mexican). Then we went on a brief tour where she showed me one of her favorite places in Vegas, and I picked a flower for her. She had to be up frightfully early so we said good-bye around 10:30 or 11. She came by my room early the next morning (like, 5:45 a.m.!) and we talked and snuggled and snuggled and talked until she had to go to a doctor's appointment, and then I had to go as well.
The summary -- wow. I'm really blown away by this girl, and my DCG-ness is at zero around her. She's smart, she's musical, she's talented, she has the most amazing green eyes, she's fun, she's pretty... and I trust her. I'm really not sure how we got to this point, but the scary part is that I'm not at all scared.
She's decided she wants to move to my home town, but, as she said, "not for *you*, for *me*." I'm not sure what that will mean for the future of this blog, but check back and I'll try to let you know.
Addendum: Just to be clear, when I say "talk", above, I actually mean talking. It's not a euphemism. We have the most amazing ability to talk, both about really serious things and not-so-serious things. It makes my heart glad :-). Oh, and "snuggling" just means snuggling, okay?
5 Comments:
I can understand why you'd think that, but she is most definitely not desperate nor a liar.
I have to admit--I'm intrigued by this development. How did you too bring this from being blog readers, to getting personal with your emails, to meeting in person? I have to agree though that getting up and moving after spending 3 days together is a bit drastic.
Anonymous -- lots and lots of time on the phone (several hours a night for several weeks).
She is not giving up "everything", actually. She is out of school until the fall, so it's perhaps an extended summer vacation. And it's not necessarily a permanent move; she may move back in September, or January, or whenever if she so desires. It's more like "being willing to take a chance". I too am making some sacrifices for her -- it's not one-sided. Also, she's planning on going home to Vegas at least once a month (it's far but not TOO far).
Anyway, trust me when I say that she is not desperate, nor a liar, nor psychotic.
It sounds like the two of you had a great time...I'm happy for you and hope it works out.
I've been in your shoes before...if the two of you feel as though you click, I say, go for it. What've you got to lose? And if you don't take the risk, you might be missing out on something really awesome.
Soul mates in the making. Nice story!
Mike
www.firefighterblog.blogspot.com
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