So I managed to make some sense of my day. I made some brain fart action happen to the max.
Here’s the daily challenge for Fab Friday
Day 1 — Your favorite song
Day 2 — Your favorite movie
Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.
My perfect first date… Hmm. Well although I’d like to say I’d want to have dinner and flowers etc. I can most certainly say my idea of the perfect first date would include some sort of adrenaline rush, other than nervously waiting at the door for your ride to the local Keg. But I guess considering the following, my perfect date came out of left field.
I met James on June 13th 2009 at 3(ish) in the morning, walking aimlessly around Oshawa, lost… Hoping I didn’t get violated by any crack heads… Considering Oshawa is the armpit of Ontario. How I remember this? I got ditched by my then boyfriend (whom only lasted about a month) for my other friend’s birthday party. I was totally invited, but the guy dipped to Whitby. and then his “phone died” so he couldnt “reach me” to inform me he would not be returning until 5 or 6 am. which resulted in me being awake so freaking late.
I was on the phone with someone and I was yelling about how pissed off I was I couldnt find some d-bag who left his keys for his apartment with me, but failed to mention when they’d be back so I could ensure they could recieve their keys and get inside of their apartment… As I did not want to be responsible for them having to spend the night on the street. Unfortunately this was my “at the time” sort of boyfriend. He was… interesting. So James decided to make the night interesting by yelling across the street at me… It went like this:
“HEY RANDO!” yelled james
“WHAT UP BUDDY!? Im pissed off… and im lost, do you know where the hell i am? Im going to walk on your side of the road, it seems safer.” said I
“im pissed and i dont really know where im going either” he replied
“its ok we can just be pissed off together, want to go get tim hortons and wander the streets of oshawa all night until we find our destined paths”
“Yep. I want an iced cap” James replied
WELL. As awkward as this was, we walked until we saw the red cursive.
Timmy Ho’s! We now call that Tim Hortons “Our Tim Horton’s” when we go for coffee and tea at night. Unfortunately, James did not receive an iced cap as the machine was broken. He got a chocolate milk, and I bought like 12 cookies. I shared them with him, and we bonded over the white chocolate macadamia nut and caramel chocolate pecan goodness.
Yes, I was on my offseason.
Yes, I was a whale.
And so we eventually found our way after getting to know almost every random fact about eachother. Yeah we might have been a little off-key that night, but I definitely wasn’t going to walk away without keeping this guy as my friend. I ran off to go and give these keys back to this one month stand boyfriend, but i stopped in the middle of the run, turned around… and said …
HOLD UP. JAMES. WHAT IS YOUR NUMBER?
Although I knew James’ phone had been stolen by his then psycho ex girlfriend, I told him i’d text him in a week or two so we could hang out again or just be facebook friends, because that was also cool to do in 2009. And then the night was over, after I got a friendly hug from James, the mystery man of the early morning night.
While this may not be quite a date, I do believe this was our blind ice breaking moment of truth, and we realized that there was someone just as weird, awkward, goofy and completely random as ourselves out there in this world of “fate” or whatever it is.
We had a lot of firsts after that. Our first drunken text off trying to find eachother but never doing that, our first msn chat, our first mutual facebook creep… first ditch of plans (sorry James.. i know you really wanted ice cream when you were broken), and first commit to hang out.. Finally!
August was a good month.
Then I turned 18 in September, and became legal enough to sleep over at James’ place at the time(yeah, his friend Matt’s mom was actually psychotic about “minors” and apparently since I was one she did not condone having me in their house overnight, until of course she found out it was my birthday and I was indeed 18!) Happy Birthday to me!
Here’s the first picture ever taken of us. Just saying, the level of awesomeness is like level 100. N00Bs, pwned.
Oh and James said his first “i love you” to me in september. I left him hanging until the end of october, where he stressed to me he had completely fallen in love with me and had no idea if i had any remote feeling towards him. I proceeded to tell james that i was in love with him, also. And then we walked for an hour, in the pouring rain, once again this was the middle of the night at about 3am, only this time in montreal. We were on a mission for my cashews, my 3am cashews!
And my perfect first date, it would be just that. Unexpected. Random. Unstructured. Awesome.
James McKean, you are the man!
James, aka "the man"