More items from the past

There are some things that I did not cover in my last post. Allow me to start with the spring formal. It was in Durham, as usual. Megan and I agreed to split the driving, since I do not like to drive in big cities. I drove us to Fuquay to have dinner. We ate at Ruby Tuesday's and received our fair share of strange glances. Megan was wearing an emerald green dress with low cut V-neck (note to self, check my pictures for a better description), and she had a flower in her hair, which I always like. She was worried that other girls there would be wearing the same dress, but no one was, and it goes without saying that she was the most beautiful girl there. Our waitress also asked us if we were going to a prom. I informed her that we were college sophomores and that we were going to a college formal, not a high school prom. This was the first comment like this of the night, we also got one like it once we got to the hotel where the formal was being held. Anyways, Megan drove the rest of the way to the Millenium Hotel. We decided to wait for Faith and Matt to get there, but they didn't get there till after 9:30pm. A good chunk of our evening down, but I was determined to enjoy the rest of it. We went upstairs with them, took some pictures, and proceeded into the room where the band was playing. They started playing a waltz, and Megan wanted to dance, but I said that I wasn't very good at it. I thought at the time that she took that to mean that I didn't want to dance to that song, but later found out that she didn't want to deal with the frustration of having to lead when it should have been me leading. We argued about this for a while, because I wanted to go back in there to dance, and she didn't like the music and would have preferred to go to the next floor where there was a DJ, but as you know, I can't stand that kind of "music". Megan would like me to clarify this point, that I am referring to rap "music" and that that was not all they played up there. Eventually she walked off and I let her go, figuring that if she wanted to be around me, she would come back. She told me when she came back awhile later that she had wanted me to follow her to show her that I cared, but we all know that men and women speak different languages and don't always communicate well, so I didn't realize this. Long story short, we eventually decided to give the ballroom another try, and we ended up talking to some of my friends and danced the rest of the time we were there, so that by the time we left (about midnight), we were in far better moods and managed to pull an enjoyable time out of it.

We again split up the driving, as we were heading back to my house. There were a few near-accidents on the way, as we were of couse tired, but we got back safely a little after 2am.

The next day, my dad's house was inspected, and afterwards, we went bowling, got ice cream, came back, had dinner, and played Balderdash. We watched TV a bit, and then Megan and I retired to the office where I was sleeping. We both tried to torture the other through various means, but eventually, we just laid down and started talking about getting engaged and what her parents think about it. Her mother in particular doesn't like the idea and seems to think that we'll never make it to that point. We talked about that and compared her parents to my dad and Chrisanne, and also to my mom, and just talked about all of their different view points. We also discussed what I might be planning to do for the day that I propose. I'm obviously not going to tell her, but I am concerned about finding something to do that we will both like. She like the idea of going to a really fancy restaurant and getting dressed up, but she knows I don't like that sort of thing. I do have couple of ideas, however, that based on what she said, I know she will enjoy. I can't go into them now, as I currently reading this out loud to her as I'm typing it.

Anyways, we left the next day after lunch, my mom picked me up in Smithfield, and I will not be able to see her again until we go to Charleston in June. Sadness. I know it's only been a few days since I've seen her, but thinking about how long it's going to be before I see her again, it makes me miss her, more than I did last summer, it seems. Perhaps that's because last summer, we weren't as close as we are now, as our love has had time to develop.

I believe I have covered all topics that I need to cover, and so I will close this post for the night.