It Was A Great Day, Part One
A couple of days passed by without anything significant happening; the tests at the lab were enlightening and confusing, aliens did not arrive to challenge my credibility as a scientist or try to date any appliances, Aiden and I spoke briefly on the phone as our schedules continued to suck.
But then, at 1:47 on Friday morning…
… Aiden called, asking me out.
Okay, okay… look. I know it’s mumblesomethingoclock and I’m fast asleep after a long day making magic potions and rayguns, and I know he’s much younger and probably not thinking that people have schedules other than his own and that this might not be the most empathetic moment in our relationship so far, but when the man you’ve been trying to get together with calls you at 1:47 on a Friday morning asking you out for a date at the Chowder House, you say yes.
At the very least you try to say yes and hope that he understood your drowsy mumbling as affirmation.
He did, as he was waiting outside the restaurant when I arrived.
Man, it was good to see him again. I was wide awake and eager for our first real date. We went in and asked for a table.
“Are you okay?” I asked. He looked like he was in pain.
“I’m … heh… Yeah, I’m okay. I just came here right after getting dressed and was so excited I … uh.. forgot to…”
I tried hiding a smile, but he saw it and smiled back.
The waitress showed us to our table, and Aiden all but ran off to the washroom.
“PLEASEGETMEABURGERANDABEERPlease!”
I ordered for the both of us. It was nearly 3AM, I had to be at work in 7 hours or so, and I was ordering a glass of wine, and a beer for Aiden. This might take some getting used to. I wonder if the lab would let me change my hours.
Aiden returned, and told me how great I looked, and how much he appreciated me coming out for dinner.
I reminded him that *he’s* wonderful, and that this is likely breakfast for me.
I think this has become my table.
We talked throughout the early morning, enjoying the meal and each other’s company. Eventually, Aiden confessed that he had to get home to get some sleep. There was a moment or two when it looked like one of us were going to make the hint of a suggestion that maybe …
… but it was 6 o’clock already, and I knew I had to get *some* sleep before work, or I’m likely to cause a serious explosion. He paid the cheque, and we left.
Before I let him go though, I took a chance. We were getting on so well already, our hair’s about the same colour, and … length. I even think our eyeglasses prescription is the same. I really wanted him in my life more, so – with Kimberly’s rejection still buzzing in the back of my head – I asked him to be my boyfriend.
Oh Aiden, please don’t leave me hanging here.
The poor guy was actually blushing!
“Y.. Yes! Yes absolutely!”
I’m a responsible, hard-working adult with degrees in Astrophysics and Chemical and Biological Engineering, with a successful career as the “Pioneer of New Technologies” at one of the world’s leading research laboratories. But don’t think I didn’t “SQUEEEE!” like a 12 year old girl.
Aiden kissed me goodnight, and kissed him good morning in return. I was blissful and exhausted. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, but I could barely keep my legs moving. Eventually I found my way home, but I don’t remember much of the trip.
Oh… obligatory new-boyfriend selfie!
