Aaaaand we didn’t wait.

We met today. In the POURING rain.

There were flowers. There was kissing.

I’m kind of glad we’re both going away on trips now, because I get to think about it all without him being around to fuzz up my brain.

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And now suddenly it’s hitting me:

We happened to drive past my Oma’s old property. There it was, her little white house, and the barn was still up (I had somehow expected it to be taken down by the new owners already), and at that moment I realized how much a stranger Mr. Arbitrage was still. There wasn’t a sense that I could really talk to him about how sad I am over the property being sold out of the family. But most significantly, I was sad that I couldn’t just ask him to drive in and meet my Oma. And not just because she wasn’t physically there; also because I realized that he probably wouldn’t be my Oma’s idea of a guy I would be going out with. Interesting moment of truth, there.

Sunmaid

March 11, 2007

I tend to think of things like meeting the grandparents well before I should – but it helps to weed out the potential duds! But I’m glad the first meeting went well! 🙂

girl-in-progress

Kissing!!!!

KISSING?!?!?!? Oh, sweetie! We gotta talk after your trip!!!! Debbie

Serilen

March 13, 2007

Kissing!!! EEE!!! Your Oma may surprise you — you never know. Maybe she’ll love him.–

The Machine

This is only a fun little jab, but I couldn’t help but say . . . Bow-chicka-BOW-WOW +:-)>

little_penguin

I have so much so say…and practically no time as you are leaving so soon! It’s hard to get a hold of you lately….as your phone is always busy. Ahem ahem. I would like to come over tonight and help you with cleaning & packing tomorrow if it would suit you? call me! Love Miss J

Pskettios

March 15, 2007

I am kind of glad that you guys didn’t wait. Waiting was the pragmatic thing to do, but you and I know that isn’t always best. I hope you have a great trip! I’m really happy to hear that things are going so well for you. Maybe when Oma does meet this fellow she may surprise you. Sometimes other people’s ideas of us, no matter how loving, aren’t the best things anyway.