11 Comments

I Called Him. Can You Believe That?

This is me. The day after Mr. Muscles (that’s what I shall call him from here on out) handed me the note that said he thought I was–and I quote–“very cute.” Remember that? Yeah. That was fantastic wasn’t it?

Anyways, I like how I look in this picture. I think I look content. At home in my own skin. Which, to be honest, I’m usually not. (Are girls ever? Or is it just me?) But that note and the total attentiveness, i.e. staring, from Mr. Muscles at our lunch date yesterday (Yes. I called.) did something to me. But I’m getting ahead of myself aren’t I? (What’s new?)

So here’s the rest of the story.

After he handed me the note (go here if you don’t know what I’m talking about) I texted Frit immediately (of course) to tell her what happened. Then I finished my run. And then, on my way to my car, after a bit of debate–should I? shouldn’t I?–I texted him: Hey…this is the girl from the gym. Were you serious? Or was that just a joke or a dare maybe? It just seemed impossible that he could’ve been for real. Guys like him (athletic, strong, and really cute) don’t go for girls like me (somewhat pretty on good days, a few great features but not drop-dead-gorgeous, and by no means athletic). It’s like a law of nature or something, I’m certain. But he replied: Yes I was serious. (What? The laws of nature just went all wonky.) We texted back and forth the rest of the night and he asked if I wanted to go to lunch the next day. I said, Yep. I do.

The next day I was different. I didn’t check and re-check myself in the mirror. I didn’t change my outfit 10 times (only 3). And when I looked at myself in the mirror on the way out the door, I actually thought, huh. You look pretty hot Maurer. And yeah I know I’m going all Johnny Lingo/Mahana* on you. But for real. The laws of nature that I’d always lived by were gone.

See I’ve always had a pretty healthy opinion of myself in most ways. I’m confident that I’m a smart, successful, accomplished, talented, fairly funny–ok, ok, freaking hilarious–spiritually-tuned woman who can cook and hostess better than Martha. But I’m never the object of someone’s affection, or attention. So in the back of my head (or front of my heart, take your pick), I’ve always held the notion that boys just don’t like me for some reason. And the only conclusion I could ever come to was my looks. That had to be the reason I don’t ever get asked out. Ever. (Am I saying too much here? Probably.) So to have some random (cute) guy, at the gym of all places, find me so physically attractive that he would approach me out of the blue, not even knowing about the “smart, successful, accomplished, talented, freaking hilarious, spiritually-tuned woman who can cook and hostess better than Martha” underneath? Well. That just does something to a girl. Something good.

So I show up at lunch (I wore light khaki linen-ey slacks, a black 3/4 sleeve v-neck with gathers around the chest, and black ballet flats with my hair in big loose curls. I always want details like that so…there you go, in case you’re wondering.) and he was waiting–in jeans, flip flops, and a plain white-t. Um…kinda like Tom Cruise in Top Gun. And you know how I feel about Top Gun. And I know I shouldn’t think this (we Mormons don’t do tattoos) but the tattoo round his bicep peeking out from under his sleeve was pretty hot.

Excuse me while I go take a cold shower. I’ll be back to finish the story in a bit …

OK. I’m back. So like I said, he was waiting. We hugged. He was strong. [grin] And from there–we ordered, ate, and talked. And within 10 minutes … I was pretty certain he wasn’t for me. Within 45 minutes, I was way certain he wasn’t for me. I know. Sad huh?

He was super nice but we really didn’t line up on some major things–namely Church stuff. Plus there were some “choice of language” differences and differing philosophies about family and family relationships.

After an hour, I said I needed to go. He wanted to hang out the rest of the day. I said I couldn’t. He asked if he could see me again. And I wondered if he’d even listened to me during lunch? I mean it was so obvious that I so wasn’t what he was looking for. And he’s not at all what I’m looking for. If we’d pursued anything beyond that lunch, I’m certain I’d drive him crazy and eventually I’d get frustrated with him. And then I realized … he probably hadn’t heard much. He really had just stared at me. Which was so flattering and made me blush just a little. But really. After an hour, he knew nothing more about me than what he had known when I walked in, which was that he was attracted physically. He knew nothing about the “smart, successful, accomplished, talented, freaking hilarious, spiritually-tuned woman who can cook and hostess better than Martha.” And I need someone who wants to get to know all of that. I need someone who adores all that and can’t get enough of all that.

But I also know now how much I need someone who makes me feel as amazingly gorgeous as he did. And that finding someone who feels that way was/is actually possible.

But you know something else? You know what I was thinking about throughout the entire lunch? Him. No, not Mr. Muscles. Him. He comes in a week. And well. I’m pretty over the moon for him. And … he kinda likes me too. At least that’s what he tells me (although he doesn’t use the word “kinda”). Which is weird/scary/crazy/unnerving to feel towards someone I’ve never met in person. And it’s also a little embarrassing to admit out loud since he stops by here every now and again (Hi you. I bet you’re feelin’ pretty good about yourself right now knowing that I was thinking about you the entire time I was on a date with another guy.) :) but really, as soon as I said goodbye to Mr. Muscles (and called Frit to give her the run-down on the date of course) he was who I wanted to talk to. Next Wednesday can’t come soon enough.

And that is the end of the story about my fling with Mr. Muscles. Twas a lovely 18 hours.

Please feel free to leave comments, concerns, or questions in the comment box below. Thank you for your time.

Have a lovely afternoon.

*You can watch Johnny Lingo & Mahana here: Part 1, Part 2 It’s a short movie and totally worth watching over and over (like I did when I was a kid). I even had a goldfish on my mission that we named Mahana.

+++

Stay in touch!

Sign up on the email list –> over there on the right, near the top.

Facebook

Twitter

Subscribe to the feed

Share This!
Share On Twitter
Share On Linkdin
Share On Pinterest
Share On Reddit

11 Comments

  1. Very nice. I know the feeling – a few minutes in to a date “Hmmm, I don’t think this is going to go anywhere and although you’re nice, I’d rather be doing my toenails and watching Tough Love on VH1.” :) Love you!

  2. Krista,
    I enjoyed reading this so much and the one blog prior to it about how this blog came about. I have to admit i read your stuff here and there, but not all the time. Here is my take on the situation….
    First and most important…
    You are a beautiful woman and as you already now it a strong woman too. I wish that the strong part wasnt the only part you see in yourself, you should see the beauty of your outside as well. You are deserving of this young man’s (Mr. Muscle) attention. I went through the very same things that you talk about…examples…never being asked out, always being the friend that didnt get attention from guys when all my friends did, the one who always feels as though there is something wrong with her, etc. That is not the case…i think it is that we breath that we are strong and independent women. And basically i came to the realization that that scares many men!
    Second….
    The guy may have heard everything you said to him that day at lunch, but may not fully comprehend that a difference between the two of you is a problem. They always say…”opposites attract”.
    Third….
    Unless he is some crazy dude then i would give him some more time. Some of the things he may have been saying or doing may just be nerves…yes it is true that he could have been scared out of his mind to be able to have lunch with someone as amazing as yourself. Us independent strong woman can be a bit intimidating!
    Anyways enough with my rambling….you are beautiful and dont forget it! I went through it all in order to find my Dennis…he was the one who saw the value in me and the one who knew the value of having an independent strong woman!
    Love you and Keep smiling because you deserve it!

  3. Oh and if Mr. Muscle isnt it for you then go for “Him”! Maybe Mr. Muscle was just a stepping stone to boost your self confidence to go for “Him” ! :)

  4. Dear, Smart, successful, accomplished, talented, freaking hilarious, spiritually-tuned woman who can cook and hostess better than Martha.

    So “muscles” wanted to hang out the rest of the day and you said you couldn’t. How did you leave things?

    I am with Tiffany, Who is Him? You’ve never met? So how do you know “him”?

    Needing more!!!

  5. I can’t WAIT until you have the one that loves all that stuff UNDER…AND blushes himself when he sees you in your pajamas. And the best part is when even the one that does know all that “under” stuff can’t stay focused on what you’re really saying…because once again…you have made him blush. It’s awesome. Can’t wait for you!
    Thanks for sharing!

  6. You are freaking hilarious, and a great writer. I love reading your blog and I can’t wait to hear about next Wednesday :)

  7. I feel so behind in this saga…but one thing I know for sure…you are a smart, successful, accomplished, talented, freaking hilarious, spiritually-tuned woman who can cook and hostess better than Martha…and a gem of a person. I hope your Wednesday visitor recognizes all those qualities on top of your drop-dead gorgeous looks. I’ll be anxiously waiting for your next blog installment. Love you!

  8. I’m so glad that Mr. Muscles stopped by though… cause every girl needs that boost! Even though he’s not good enough for you, it’s still SO nice to be noticed and to be gorgeous! Now you are more confident for “him.” Can’t wait.

  9. thank you for not leaving us all hanging for too long! ha,ha. I have to live vicariously through you! LOL. Sorry he wasn’t the “total package”. But I am curious aobut this “him” you talk about. How did you “meet”? ha,ha. Where’s he from? What’s his story? Details please. :)

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published.

Show Buttons
Share On Facebook
Share On Twitter
Share On Google Plus
Share On Linkdin
Share On Pinterest
Share On Reddit
Hide Buttons