I tend to take things very literally. Like, way too literally sometimes.
So here’s what happened.
Darren and I had been on one date. That one date was the only time I had ever seen Darren in my life but I liked him. We were in college and one evening after that first date I walked past him in the library. He was standing at a computer and when I walked by I punched him in the back, grinned, and kept on walking. When I walked back through the room Darren was still standing at the computer and I stopped a few computers down to check my email.
Handsome Mr. Darren walks over and asks me if I want to go get an ice cream. And I was like, “no.”
That’s it. That’s all. No explanation, just no. Because, here’s the thing, I don’t really like ice cream and at that particular moment I literally didn’t want ice cream so the answer to his question was just no.
If he had asked me if I wanted to go out with him again, I would have said yes.
If he had asked me if I wanted to get a coffee and talk, I would have said yes.
If he has asked me if I wanted to go running around the building in the dark, I probably would have said yes.
But ice cream? No.
Poor guy. The time between the first and second date can be quite delicate, you know, when you’re waiting to see if the other person likes you enough to ask you out again or if they just sort of dodge you instead. So being the kind, sensitive person that I am, I flat-out turn Darren down the very next time he tries to talk to me. Ayy, yayy, yayy.
Lucky for me Darren is very persistent and kept asking me out…and he must have asked me the right questions after the ice cream mishap because here we are.
Oddly enough, it was a while later on an ice cream date when I realized that I loved him…but I still don’t like ice cream so the answer to that is still no :]
6 thoughts on “That Time I Almost Blew It”
Shoulda asked you if you wanted a Tuscan olive farm. That one would have been easy to answer.
I probably would have married him right there in the library had he asked me about a Tuscan olive farm.
First off… great post! Love it! I am not a fan of ice cream either… so when I say I want to get ice cream, hubby has his shoes on and is in the car running the motor before I even finish the statement. Loved this story, thanks! DAF
Darren is the same way about ice cream. Any time he goes to grocery store with me ice cream mysteriously turns up in the cart ;]
Poor Darren, he must have been very smitten from the start because he was indeed persistent! So glad you’re past the drama of college life. 😉
He’s a good egg, that one :]