My poor parents. The revolving door of random match men that they meet continues spinning, and this time Daniel came flying out as he tried to not let the door hit his heels on his exit. I hate when that actually happens. I was tired of schlepping to Alexandria, and while I don’t enjoy having all these guys meet mom and dad, I would rather it happen than have to be the one to constantly drive and sit in traffic. Daniel isn’t worth traffic yet. M & D were harmless as usual, leaning on conversation about dogs and football, something we could all relate to. Dad’s main comment to Daniel wasn’t, “Oh wow, you’re a cop, that’s a dangerous job, how noble of you,” but instead, “Oh wow, you’re a big guy.” Come on, dad, you’re killin’ me. What is it with him and stating the obvious about their physical stature?
Daniel’s first visit over went well. We had some decent conversation and he led it into more serious topics which wasn’t at all uncomfortable, and unlike Eric, we found we shared common views. Daniel then noticed all of the pictures that are set up around the family room. His Channing Tatum-like body (yes—how yummy is that?) stood up from the couch and started browsing the pictures as if he were in a museum. “You’re really pretty,” he said after looking at a couple of pictures. “Thank you,” I told him, caught off guard because no guys that I “date” really ever tell me that I’m pretty. He continued looking—at pictures, not at me—well, kind of at me because the pictures were of me, and he said it again, “You’re beautiful.” I laughed as I told him, “Thank you” and added, “You just told me that a minute ago,” to be sure I wasn’t dealing with a 50 First Dates type of situation. “I know, but your face, you have a really pretty face.” I know I should be all giddy because a boy thinks I’m pretty, and part of me is because what girl doesn’t want to be told she’s beautiful? But another part of me is feeling like he’s about to become a character in Law & Order: SVU in an episode about some creepy infatuation. I brushed off my uneasiness because the school girl giddiness triumphed, and I enjoyed the compliment. It’s been only a few weeks, but Daniel has been one of the more promising guys that I’ve spent time with. He hasn’t said anything outlandish (minus the near creeper-status comments about my pretty face), he doesn’t have ridiculous background drama, and we seem to be heading in the same direction of life. What bliss this is; I wonder how long it’ll last?
