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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  1. Awww, this is awesome. Hmm, she did something memorable? Don't keep us in suspense too long!

  2. Yea, it's finally here! : ) But I can't believe you left us all hanging like that! (Well, actually, yes, I CAN believe it, but still it's so mean!) I can't wait for the rest!

  3. Ezzie, great catchy blog post title! As Stacey said, don't keep us waiting too long.

  4. I actually had started to write what she did, but it would have made the post really long. Plus, this way I feel like I have to continue it sooner, which is what I want to do...

  5. You can't leave us hanging like that! I hope it's not months before we hear the next part... Keep up the awesome writing. It's riveting.

  6. The whole world is waiting.

    At least we know that you eventually got married.

  7. OC - I hope so, too.

    Batya - Yeah, that kind of takes away the suspense, no? ;)

  8. So this is your devious game eh? Bore us into unconscienceness? Two can play at this game. I am going to start posting how I met MY wife.

  9. HH - You already did, remember? :P

  10. now in such suspense!

    and i like this story cos i've actually been to that 7/11!!! :)

  11. oooo, oooo, oooo, c'mon Ezzie...too-much-suspense...

  12. I go to that 7-11 all the time :) You think it's a segula? ;)

  13. Hey, HH, diversity makes this blog go 'round - I, for one, would rather read a sweet story like this than see football clips! :)

  14. Sarah, SaraK - The Chinese guys speak Hebrew, by the way. It's really cool. And maybe it is a segulah! Of course, anytime you can take a girl to 7/11 for a date is always a good sign...

    CM - :P

    RM - Hey! Don't knock the football clips! :) And don't worry about HolyHyrax - he's just in trouble from his wife for writing about his car but not her.

  15. Ezzie - I was just in that 7-11 buying milk today - best prices (non-Chalav Yisroel) in town. By the way, they're Korean - I always give them my one-line "Yo bu se yo" (how are you) that I picked up teaching English as a second language in downtown Flushing.

  16. But it's easier to speak in Hebrew! :)

    Geez - between you and your husband and guests, what languages DON'T you cover?!

    I was sooo excited to find the latest addition to your story! You guys are adorable!
    Thanks for the early birthday present :)

  18. Ez- you forgot to mention that that the guy behind the counter wasnt just mopping- he was reading the "ohr Yerushalyim" logo on your sweatshirt... ps what I did wasnt so amazing, its normal behvoir if you grew up un NYish!