Folks, I need to talk to you about Jock and our sixth date. Calm down, though; nothing has gone wrong. Things are nicely smooth sailing in ways that usually precede a dramatic downfall, but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, shall we? For now, I’d like to talk about the question he asked me: Will you be my girlfriend?
Will You Be My Girlfriend?
“I’m not going to have enough time to go home and shower and change before our date,” Jock said. “I can come and bring food if you don’t mind an evening picnic?”
I gleefully accepted. I love picnics. Who doesn’t?
We finalised our plans, then at 6:30pm on the dot, just as he’d said, he tooted the horn to signal his arrival outside my house. I skipped out to the car in a pretty little dress and espadrilles, with a picnic blanket tucked under one arm. All I needed to complete the look was a big, floppy sunhat, but I’d lost mine somewhere between The Other Side of the World and my side.
Not that it mattered, of course; he was still in his work uniform… and quite dirty to boot.
He drove around for a while. I thought he was looking for someone to sit and eat our picnic, but he was looking for somewhere very specific… apparently. Eventually, he parked up in the parking lot of a local country park, and we walked to find a nice little grassy area to sit down on.
“Here,” he pointed.
I nodded my agreement, then laid the blanket down.
We sat and ate the sandwiches and crisps, and talked about his life and mine. It was a beautiful evening, still wonderfully warm outside. He’d sat us down in front of a beautiful lake – and that lake proved to be somewhat of a hazard when a couple of geese took a particularly liking to Jock. We both laughed as he ran around, trying to avoid them. I reckon they were after his chicken, bacon, and mayonnaise sandwich.
Sunset
“Do you fancy going somewhere to watch the sunset?” he asked once our food and drinks were finished.
My heart almost exploded at his question. Beaches, picnics, arcades, and sunsets… was it actually possible that this man knew me? Had he actually listened to the things I said, then made them happen? It felt like I’d won the jackpot again… for probably the hundredth time since we’d met.
He drove around, hunting out the perfect spot, eventually pulling into a spot that looked over one of the local towns. The country roads were deserted. We seemed to be the only ones around. In other words: utter perfection.
When the sun finally set, the orange glow covering the town and making it look like something out of a movie, he held my hand and turned me to face him.
“NotSo, will you be my girlfriend?”
How the fuck could I possibly say no?
If you’d like to read the slightly less romantic (and rather spicy) of what happened that night? You’ll need to read the next blog post in the dating timeline: Love Eggs & Girlfriendship.
Alternatively, you can skip the smut and go straight to this one: Well, That’s Never Happened Before.
Thank you so much for reading my blog today! 🖤
Would you like to read all about Jock’s story, right from the very beginning? You’ll find that right here.
You can also read all about my disastrous dating history, right from the beginning, right here: Table of Dating Contents.
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