Well another wonderful Blogger moment and the very carefully crafted post I'd just spent an hour on goes up in a poof of nothingness. I think the term rhymes with "clucking bell".
What I'd said was that today marks 21 years since Sam's and my first date. Two days later, we were together. I don't know how significant that sounds to those outside, but it seems pretty monumental to me, especially since we grew up, went to college, moved two states away and raised a family. You don't often get that from a 16yo boy and a 17yo girl. Once you get past the horny factor, you have to rely on your personalities and interests meshing to a certain degree.
So I thought I'd let Samantha relay the events of that weekend from a 1985 journal entry. The only discrepancies are that she didn't remember the movie (Amadeus) and we didn't go to another movie the following day with Randy and Dave. We went to pizza. She also puts the date of our union as November 10th, which was when we had our first kiss. Subsequently we always celebrated our anniversary as November 11, the day when she came over and we had the following conversation:
Me: So... are we, like, together now?
She: I think so.
She: If you want to be...
Me: Yeah, no, that's totally cool.
And thus the deal was sealed. Ah, young love. Here's how she tells it...
Anyway, on Novemmber 10, Todd Downing and I got together, though I had been wanting to get together with him for weeks. He's 6'4", blonde, blue eyes. A real sweetie. I want to write down all I can remember about that night. Friday night, November 9, Todd and I went to a movie at Old Mill. I can't remember what movie we saw. Anyway, we were early so we went to get ice cream at Cecil's. After the movie we went to Lyon's for hot chocolate. We talked a lot about a lot of things. Mostly life and psychic-ness.
The next day I was going to help him move into his new house (he's 16, it's more like his parents' house) and meet his two old friends Randy and David. Well, we all went to see a movie together and when we got back, we went inside for awhile. Todd walked me out to my car. He hugged me and I said, "I think I'm falling in love with you." It took so much courage to say that. I was afraid he would be scared off. He just held me for a minute, then he said something to the effect of, "I thought so." He was glad too, I think, that I said it. I knew I had to 'cuz he wasn't going to. Someone had to say something!
He gave me three simple, fumbling kisses (neither of us was quite sure what to do, I think) and walked, or floated, to his house. It was wonderful to watch him walk away. It was probably one of the happiest moments of my life.