Wednesday, December 06, 2006

How I Met Serach, Part VII...Eleven: Is She Cute!?

This is Part VII of a series about how I proposed to Serach. Part I is here, Part II is here, Part III is here, and Part IV is here, Part V is here, Part VI is here. Or, you could simply use the dropdown menu on the left side of the blog titled "How I Met Serach". I'm currently giving the background of the story... starting from the first date. My "sister" B has just called and interrupted what seems to have turned into a date, much to my surprise.
Ez: Hey B, what's up?
B: Heeeey! Are you still out with that girl Serach?
Ez: Umm, yeah.
B: EH-ZIE!! Is this a date?! It IS a date! I told you it was a date. [Note: She does this a bit, in case you haven't noticed.]
Ez: Umm, no? Maybe? I don't know.
B: OHMIGOD, it's a date. Haha! You're on a date! Well, is she cute!?
Ez: [long pause] Uh, yeah. [I had no clue how to answer that. I mean, that's not my focus, and I don't think I am/try not to be shallow, even if I did notice that she's really pretty. But B knows me well, so...]
B: No, no, Ezzie, that's not what I asked. I asked if she's cuuute. Not just cute. You can answer the question, don't worry. It's okay. Now - Is. She. Cute!?
Ez: Okay, okay. Yes!
B: Yaaay! Good. Okaaay, I'll let you get back to your daaate! Byeeeeeeee!!!!
So I got off the phone with B, and returned to what was clearly a date. Serach didn't miss a beat, continuing to talk while I just listened, throwing in a few words here and there. Though I'd explained B to Serach in the past, I think I tried to explain that one a bit more clearly now - I think Serach probably thought it quite strange that I had a sister who was in fact not related to me in any capacity, was just a year younger than me, and was someone who I spoke to nearly every night for about an hour. I can't imagine why.

Meanwhile, Serach and I kept walking around, talking. It was pretty cold out, and we were shivering, but there was no place open at 2:00 in the morning, oddly enough, so we just kept walking on Main Street until we got near Jewel Avenue. Lo and behold, we saw a sight for sore eyes: A beautiful, huge, and most importantly, 24-hour store which is home to one of Serach's favorite things: Slurpees. Hello, 7-Eleven!

We walked in, and though we felt weird kind of walking around the store not buying anything, we were finally able to warm up a bit. One guy was behind the counter, not doing much; the other was mopping up around the store. We asked if they minded that we were just standing and talking in the store, since it was so cold outside; they didn't care, though they probably thought we were nuts.

In case they weren't sure, after a while, and after we had warmed up quite a bit, Serach decided she was going to get a Slurpee. I think I bought something also (probably a Coke), and we continued to stand there and talk... and talk, and talk, and talk. By now, it was about 3:30. We felt really weird/bad that we were now the only people besides the two guys working there who were in the store, so we decided to leave. On the way out, we thanked the guy behind the counter, while the other guy was behind the coffee machines mopping, not really paying any attention.

That's when Serach did something truly memorable.

: I'm writing the story as I remember it, and unfortunately that sometimes results in skipping some details. When I remember them, I'll try to fill them in; possibly in the comments, possibly in the posts if it won't make it too disjointed. If anything is unclear or you have any questions, feel free to ask! Serach won't admit it, but she's been reading the story [and lately, other posts, too!] - maybe she'll fill in some of the details and her perspective at some point. I'm still hoping. :)

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