How I suckered The Meagan into dating me
IT’S MEAGAN’S BIRTHDAY TODAY!!! She is 20, and still young (wink, wink).
Happy Birthday sugar-beets-honey-toes-phatty-eyelahes-wonder-babe!
Since I first used Meagan’s full name someone commented on how I shouldn’t do that. I like their advice, and so I will refer to her henceforth as “The Meagan.” I’m also going to replace all of the previous times that I have used her full name with this name.
On to the story:
So, Meagan and I hang out during an all-wide (Strong Bad reference [www.homestarrunner.com]) World Music Nite (that’s right, they spelled “night” wrong). Since the end of February we have run into each other, and we’ve talked a little. We get along with each other, and when we see each other I always give her this obnoxious over-bearing hug that lets her know that I’m infatuated with her. So, we were at World Music Nite, and she comes up and sits by me.
But that’s not all that she does. Oh, no. She cuddles up to me, and holds my hand. That’s why I only remember about half of the presentation. She’s cuddling with me, why? You ask. Not quite sure at this point, but I like it.
Later that evening she thanks me for letting her cuddle up to me, because she is a person who needs to be cuddled, and it was just a nice thing to do. “Sure, you do whatever you need to blow off your cuddle-steam, or whatever it’s called.” I retort.
The next night I get back from my initial discipleship meeting with Dr. Nathan and she’s waiting in the guys lobby with a copy of Mystery Science Theater 3000 (the movie) (also known as MST3K), and she says, “HEY! I’ve been waiting for you all night, do you want to watch this with me?”
I tell her yeah, and then I come down after chillin’ w/ Dr. Nathan and we watch the first half of the movie together.
…I’m going to leave out a small detail about my friend Tim2 who played a minor role in this whole drama thing, because I don’t think it’s necessary to publish it here as it’s in the past and it was between me and him…
It’s curfew time, so I walk her back to the girl’s dorm, and she tells me that she’s going to be running this “yard sale” in the main building for most of Saturday, so I ask if I can come by and amuse her. She tells me that’s ok, and so I do.
I come in before 10:00 that morning, and I watch Pirates of the Caribbean and Princess Mononoke with her on her laptop while the yard sale is going on. I spent the greater part of my day hanging out with her, and I find out that she is REALLY good friends with Danielle Carman. Jason Carman (Danielle’s husband) and I get along pretty well. He tells us that he wants us to hang out with them on Sunday night to watch MST3K.
So that night I end up chillin’ at the girl’s dorm sitting with her watching Pretty Woman and Big Fish with 3 different “official” couples. They gave us a hard time because we were sitting together and we weren’t dating. (Welcome to 3rd grade).
I ask her if I can go to her church with her and the Carmans in the morning. She gives me fair warning that this church is messed up, and that I need to come with an open mind. So I tell her that it’s cool, and she’s cool with it, and so we set it up that I am going to go to church with her in the morning.
It was about this time when I was reminded of something painfully aggravating. I came to my friend’s room that night (after curfew kicked me out of the girl’s dorm), and told him that I really like her, and I know that she is graduating in two weeks, but if there is a chance for some thing to happen between us, then so be it. On top of graduating in two weeks, she is scheduled to serve in the military for two years as a Chaplin’s assistant.
Should I get involved with a girl who I’m not going to be able to see for two years?
Does she even like me the way the way I like her?
Tim’s current motto on love: Live each day like it’s your last, and don’t regret the things that you do, only learn from them. For example: if I get to spend some quality time with a quality girl, and tomorrow I never see her again, then respect the time that I had with her, and move on.
But my friends warned me about this. They were all like, “what are you going to do if you have to spend two whole years apart from each other? That’s really weird, and you should not make either of you wait on each other.”
So, I did what any good person does when he hears good advice: I ignored it.
Sunday came, and the Carmans picked Meagan and I up to go their church, and we had an interesting time at Ariel Christian Church. We had a great lunch at an elder’s home afterwards and then we rode back to campus, and we “cuddled” a bit on the way back. Then Jason and Danielle reminded us to come by later that night to watch MST3K with them and have a cookout.
We went to their house that night and we had a fun time. We played two board games, Scene It, and Worst Case Scenario Survival Trivia. Meagan and I beat the snot out of them on each game. I really like the Scene It game, because I’m a wannabe movie buff.
Then we had to fun back to the girl’s dorm for just a few minutes because The Meagan wanted to make sure that Meg (an altogether different Megan – from Chicago) found a movie that The Meagan let her borrow. On the way there The Meagan told me, “I hope you are okay with me cuddling with you, and you aren’t freaking out on me?”
The Schfifty-Five (Group X reference [http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/schfiftyfive.php]) million-dollar question was laid before me. What to do? Tell her now that I adore her, and that she is amazing, and that I want to be the father of her children? Nope, just play it cool, “oh yeah, that’s cool, whatever.” In my head, I’m yelling at my tongue: “WHATEVER NOTHING! Tell her that all this cuddling makes you sweet on her, and that you want to date her!”
So after coming back from the girls dorm I remembered that I had a key floating around my car for a while, and no one would claim it. I asked her if it was hers and sure enough it was hers and it had been in my car since February when we did Purity month together. In fact this key held the greatest power behind it: it was for the front door of the girls dorm. That’s right, I had in my possession one of the greatest prank tools, for the greater part of the semester and I never used it. Not even once. Weak.
I sorta wrote The Meagan off after that night. I took what she was telling me about the cuddle thing to heart, and decided that there wasn’t going to be anything going on between us.
The next night we had what is unofficially called the “white trash bash.” This is where we get the student body together to eat some barbeque and listen to bad 80’s metal and goof off. I wasn’t in the mood to have fun, but life is what you make it (Josh Furnal reference [no website available]). So I went and ended up goofing off with The Meagan and Bill (the hippie) and the Sierra-face.
The event ended with The Meagan and I bobbing for sodas in FREEZING ice-cold water jugs. That will wake you up. We had a dog-pile marathon for about 30 minutes where a bunch of guys continually dog-piled any random guy. And the final hurrah was on a couch with Bill, Tim2, The Meagan and I on the front lawn as the sun went down. We ended the night by moving the couch (with Meagan on it) back to the guy’s dorm. When I said goodbye to The Meagan that night it was rather abruptly… I was still confused about my feelings for her.
In review: I had spent the last four nights straight with the same girl, in Moberly, MO. And each night we had a fun time together. This was a test of fellowship for sure. If you can have a good time in Moberly, MO for more than two consecutive nights, then you are doing GREAT. Moberly is a crap town with nearly nothing to do, so you have to entertain yourself, or die of boredom. We succeeded, and then some.
The week went on, and she asked me to the awards banquet for Thursday night, and I said yes, but in my head I wasn’t making much of it. I didn’t want to keep telling myself that I liked her, if the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. So we went and we had a decent time together. The next night was the graduation ceremony, which was neat, and slightly boring (I can’t wait till I get my degree). As The Meagan’s name was called for her Associate’s Degree she came forward and instead of just shaking the line of professor’s hands, she also greeted them with a holy kiss (on the cheek). Everyone gave her a hard time about it, but it was really nice.
She introduced me to her father, and we went out to Pizza-Hut for a mini graduation party for her. She introduced me to her father as “one of my admirers.” I had to sit between her father, and an ex-admirer, but right across from The Meagan. That went over so-so, and at this time I had retired the idea of any formal relationship other than friends. Her father thought I was okay, but later asked if I was wealthy…
PART 2 COMING SOON