“You have a beautiful smile,” he said. And then he asked if I’d like to go see The Notebook with him at the Union on campus.
“Sure,” I responded, trying not to giggle uncontrollably because it was THE NOTEBOOK and he was a BOY who was ASKING me to see it with HIM.
And so we went that Friday to see the movie. He smelled like heaven and I had my hair done in that twisty, curly style I was rockin’ all the time back then. Back when I was a borderline redhead.
(This was post-Chupo, but you get the picture)
We sat outside of a local frozen custard place and had their seasonal favorite — pumpkin custard. We talked for hours and hours. Then he drove me back to campus, walked me up to my dorm room and said goodnight.
Then I peeked around the corner and watched him get in the elevator.
A boy liked me.
Things continued like that for a while. We spent my birthday at the OU/Nebraska game where he slipped me a birthday card with a Barnes & Noble gift card inside.
“I wanted to get you that book about punctuation, because I thought you’d like it, but I couldn’t remember the title.”
He liked me and he paid attention.
This girl’s heart was thumping away.
He was quiet, not too talkative around my friends, but he was kind and intelligent. And he enjoyed being around me. It was all very new for me. He called me over the Thanksgiving break to tell me how much he missed me and how much he couldn’t wait to see me.
We were barely back a week when I got the phone call from my mom.
“Elizabeth? You may need to come home.”