I was cleaning my station, getting ready to leave for the night when my phone rang. It was DadGuy.
I answered... "Hey! What's up?"
"Not much.... You busy tonight?"
"I don't think so, why?"
"Meet me at the deep end at midnight."
"The deep end. Meet me at the deep end at midnight." click.
The phone call was over. I tried calling him back, but it went straight to voicemail. So I did what any sensible girl would. I called my roommate to discuss the conversation in detail.
I drove straight home. I sat next to Christine and we hashed the conversation. "So what else did he say?"
"Do you think he really wants to go swimming at midnight?"
"Do you think he like, LIKES me, likes me?"
"But what if he doesn't? What if I'm really supposed to go swimming?"
"What should I wear!"
And as we all know, this conversation involved lots of wardrobe changes. I finally made an executive decision to forgo the swimsuit altogether. Instead I was in jeans, a baby doll tee, and make-up. There was no way I was going swimming.
A little before midnight, I headed out the door as my roommate wished my good luck.
As I was driving, I replayed the conversation in my head, over and over. What if I'm wrong? Oh my gosh, I'm going to look like such an idiot!
I arrived at the school and got out of my truck.
DadGuy was waiting.
In his swimsuit.
I was crushed.
I walked over to him anyways, determined not to make a fool of myself. "Hi!"
"So I guess you're not going swimming then?"
"Yeah, I thought... I meant I just! well, I ummm..."
DadGuy grinned, he was thoroughly enjoying this.
I thought to myself, "You're such an idiot MomBabe! There wasn't anything to 'read into' GAH. You're so stupid!"
Then DadGuy spoke.
"I didn't really want to go swimming anyways."
He took my hand, and pulled me close. He put one hand around the small of my back, and drew me in. With his other hand, he brushed the hair out of my face and whispered. "I've been dying to do this for weeks."
And then he kissed me.