The first 2 months of summer I cooked for any students and friends left in town and we’d have bonfires, go to movies, and just hang out together. We never hung out alone that I can remember. ( Later I found out that the meals I cooked for him, were some of the only real meals he ate that summer.)
Before my heart was ready to open up to this Mr. Dave-man, my mind slowly realized that he was pretty cool. Whenever we talked we never ran out of stuff to discuss. Rationally I realized he was not only strong and sweet, but could also be a goof ball and enjoyed a good time. For some reason at one point I vividly remember noticing his blue pick up truck and thinking “Man if I were looking for a guy to like, this one would be trouble.”
At the beginning of July I was house-sitting for my parents by myself and was alone when my childhood black lab pooch had a breathing attack while a had a group of friends over for dinner. Dave-Man was there as I struggled with taking care of my doggie. That night Bo Jack died and I was alone. I was glad I got to be there for him, but it was a really hard day. Dave-Man and another guy friend came to help me dig a grave and a girlfriend kept me company. I still remember the guys working so so hard to dig — that summer was insanely dry and hot — in ground that was so hard. Dave-Man gave me a hug that day, and I realized he might like me when I pulled away from the hug before he was ready to let me go.
From his point of view, he claims the first thing he noticed about me was that I have the type of personality he was looking for in someone he’d like to spend the rest of his life with. He says there was one night he was thinking about this when he realized that “Hey she’s kinda cute too.” So he was attracted to my personality first — whether that’s a good thing or not, I haven’t decided yet.
Mid-July a girl-friend and I had a camping trip planned in Northern Michigan. Of all the many different people we had asked to come on the trip with us, only Dave-Man was available. So the three of us, plus my and Dave-man’s little sisters joined us.
We had the best week — camping on a pristine beach, hiking, swimming in waterfalls and Lake Superior, exploring little towns and Marquette, and generally enjoying the beauty of Pictured Rocks National Shoreline. It would have been amazing if it was just that.
But in the evenings we’d go star gazing. The beach we were on is called Twelve-mile Beach and when you lay out at night the only artificial light you may see is an ore ship way out on the lake. No light pollution, nothing. So just imagine how bright and stunning the night sky is. We saw countless shooting stars, thunderstorms miles out across the lake and never got tired of looking up at a sky that looked like it had no dark spots — only stars.
Well Dave-Man and I would linger when the others went to bed. We just had so much to talk about. We weren’t sure what we were getting into. We joke I thought it was a summer fling. We were having the best time. Little did I know that he had planned on asking me out after the trip all along.
We got back and weren’t sure what would happen. I made it clear I’d like to continue whatever was happening, but we both had to figure out what that would look like.
To be continued…