I tipsily leaned over and whispered to my knight, “I probably should be telling you this, but I have a little crush on you.”
I don’t remember his reaction and I don’t know what he thought (probably that I’d had a bit too much to drink and was just flirting and wanting attention – I supposed I should ask him what is initial thoughts were to my declaration). But we spent the rest of that evening chatting, but nothing more.
A few days later it was time for The World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party, also known as the Georgia/Florida football game weekend down in Jacksonville, FL. A large group of us were going down together and staying in a hotel, the King and Prince in St. Simons, GA. So Thursday after class my three girlfriends and I piled into one of our cars and followed Mr. Cob and three of the other guys down to the beach. At this point I knew Mr. Cob made me laugh, so I gravitated toward him. But I didn't think anything of it. I remember finding myself talking to him at every stop along the trip. At the first gas stop we sat on the curb eating chips together. Then once we got to St. Simons we stopped at a Wendy’s or Arby’s and I remember hoping he’d come sit next to me. Looking back, I was more interested than I realized at the time.
Once we checked in to our hotel we all got dressed and made our way to the bars. Mr. Cob and I found ourselves together yet again – sitting outside at a table talking. This was the first picture we have together. If you know me, this is one of my quintessential poses.
Well the talks must have been good, because once we returned to the hotel we continued our talk on the balcony of my room. We stayed up drinking and talking until very late in the evening (or I should say early in the morning). I’m still not sure how he put up with my constant smoking, as he hates cigarette smoke, but I guess he thought I was worth it. And sometime, late in the middle of the night, on the balcony listening to the waves crash along the beach, we shared our first kiss. And continued talking about any and everything. And finally we retired for the evening to our separate rooms, only for Mr. Cob to come knocking back on my door two minutes later asking if he could sleep on our couch since he’d locked himself out of his room. (sidenote: the man always loses his keys...)
In the morning we decided to go get breakfast together, along with our matchmaker Katie, and planned on relaxing by the beach all day with our friends.
This would continue to be a very romantic story, if I wasn’t such a superficial person. But I am, or I should say I was. (I’d like to think I’ve changed in the past five years). As Katie and I waited in her car for Mr. Cob to come out and get breakfast, I relayed the nights events to her, to which she was very surprised. Mr. Cob wasn’t exactly my “type” and I hadn’t really clued her in to my growing feelings. She just told me to have fun and was glad I was getting over the ex. But Mr. Cob isn’t the most fashionable person and when I saw him coming down the stairs to meet us for breakfast wearing his Hawaiian shirt, red swim trunks and “Jesus” sandals, my superficiality was in full effect and I suddenly wondered what I had gotten myself into. And as much as I hate to admit this, I wasn’t overly friendly to him for the rest of that day. I even remember Katie asking me if I thought this would go anywhere and I emphatically said “No way.”
Shows how much I know.
I did spend more time with him as the weekend went on. We have some great pictures from tailgating and I’m sure my flirt factor increased in connection with the number of mimosas I consumed. Looking back, I think I was just nervous to possibly "like" someone again, and so soon, so I pushed him away and confused him by my constant wavering and change my feelings towards him.
But he persisted once we were back in Athens and decided to ask me out on an actual date to dinner. To which I said yes.
And then the “Attempted Assassination Night” occurred...
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