Lawyer Love - Part 3

The continued story of my love life...

So Mr. Cob worked up the nerve to ask me out to dinner.  I said yes.  He must have breathed a sigh of relief as it is never easy to ask someone on a date.  You'd think the hard part was behind him.  You would be wrong.

I'm not sure how we picked the place, but our first real dinner date was at The Blind Pig Tavern in Athens.  Oh, it's a "classy" establishment.  A sports bar of sorts and stomping ground for drunken college kids.  But it was right next to my apartment and in walking distance of the law school.  I guess we went for convenience sake.

So after class one night (I think it was the Tuesday after our GA/FL weekend), off to dinner we went.  I was nervous.  Not nervous in the way a girl gets nervous when she's about to go on a date with a cute boy (which he was and which I should have been), but nervous because I knew what I "needed" to tell him at dinner. 

I had convinced myself that letting myself be interested in Mr. Cob was a very bad idea.  Less than three weeks prior I had ended a tumultuous year plus relationship and was not fully over it.  I still talked to the ex (big mistake) and in the back of my mind, I'm sure I thought that maybe one day, things would work back out with him.  You could say I had a hard time letting go. So I put up a huge wall and decided I couldn't fall for Mr. Cob and that I needed to end things before it got any further.  And I decided I had to tell him all this at dinner.  On our first official date.

Hence, the "The Attempted Assassination Night" as we now call it.

I still feel bad for doing this to him.  Especially when I said I wanted us to be "friends." Which is like rubbing salt in the wound. He looked like I'd just told him someone ran over his puppy.  But in my mind I was doing what I thought was best.  I figured he was better off not getting involved with an emotionally unstable me.

After dinner he was cold towards me.  Understandably so.  He avoided me for a few days and I thought the friend path wasn't even going to be an option.  But luckily he talked to one of his good buddies (who was later a groomsman in our wedding) about the whole situation.  B told him to not be so upset and mad.  Instead, he told him to keep hanging out with me and continue to flirt with me and continue to be the same charming guy I'd gotten to know the past couple of weeks.  If I wanted to be friends, well great, Mr. Cob had a new friend.  If I wanted to be friends with "benefits", even better.  And if I wanted more, then we'd start dating.  Thankfully for my future love life, Mr. Cob listened to B and he started appearing in my life again.

He'd send me songs to listen to.  Not happy songs, but sad, meaningful songs, which for some reason was exactly what I wanted to hear.  He'd flirt with me on AOL instant messenger.  We'd go to lunch together and just kept hanging out.  He even listened to me complain about the ex. 

But I still wanted to be "just friends."

And then there was this whole bit involving "The Klink" and everything changed...

[TO BE CONTINUED]