MaryB and the City

Touchdown.

Last night’s date was with the Quarterback, I rate it an 8.5.

Quick background — I dated him for 2 months last spring. Fell for him pretty hard and fast, but I was pretty jaded from a past relationship and felt he wasn’t quite stepping up to the plate, so I got off the field with the quickness. Now he is back, trying out for a 2nd chance and prove he deserves to be first string on my dating squad. Little does he know what he’s up against.

When we initially started dating, he was in the midst of house hunting. I helped him here and there with fact finding and research, and knew what a big step it was for him both financially and psychologically. Well it just so happen that the same day we were to get together, he closed on his very first home. The experience was pretty bitter sweet to come full circle… being the first one he formally had over for dinner — breaking in his stove and entertaining for MB!! as he likes to call me.

Another exciting milestone is his 34th birthday this Sunday, and although I talked him into [grin] making me a chicken dinner on the Foreman like he used to do, I obviously would come bearing some kind of edible celebration for both of his important events. So yummy sprinkled cupcakes from a local bakery came in tow with me, but to make the gesture even sweeter, the company even shared his exact same surname.

The majority of our evening was spent talking. He made a comment about how easy and comfortable it is for him to chit chat with me. I can see it in his eyes that he is ready to settle down.

My birthday/Halloween trip to NYC came up in conversation so I hopped on Facebook through my cell to show him a picture of my costume. And without me realizing it, he hopped on through his phone too and sent me this email.

I looked up at him, blushed, and smiled. This grown ass man with a master’s degree and a professional job in the public eye can act like a teenager sometimes, and it makes me freaking melt. However I’m right there with him reverting back to childhood, issuing a “pinky swear” order that he doesn’t try and make moves on me. For the record, he kept his promise.

The Quarterback has been working hard, for months now, to get back into my life and makes it perfectly clear how he feels about me. Yet, I still find myself hesitating to let him through the barrier. I probably need a 60 minute session on a therapist’s couch to compute an answer that is black and white. But my logic tells me I’m afraid to let myself fall for him again and inevitably become disappointed; I have a history of guys wanting me when they can’t have me…then taking me for granted when they do. Although my heart tells me I should give it another shot, I’m not exactly ready to allow him a full blown interception from the other bachelors.

On a much lighter note, I seem to always say something completely ridiculous while on dates, which the guy interprets as funny [thank God]. Well, I managed to channel my inner blonde once again this week, without even trying.

While talking with the Student, he commented that my hands are small. I responded, “Yea I’ve heard my ears are small too.” To which he added, “I have big ears.” Now I honestly did not think his ears were large, but said, “I think your ears are proportionate to your head.” He gave me a confused look …Yes, I accidentally implied he has a big head. Whoops. I laughed so hard and almost slipped off the booth.

When I asked the Quarterback, “If you had to choose, would you rather watch an NFL or an NBA game?” After giving me a 6-minute long answer with rationale, explanations, and situational circumstances, he asked me the same question. I said in all seriousness, “NFL, because the NBA is too squeaky [for my ears].” He almost slipped off the couch.