This is my 5th series of Deliciously Dirty, my little love story . If you are following our love story just click on the previous posts to the left!
We went and saw a movie. Mr. Handsome was so excited and thrilled that it was showing. It was the strangest oddest movie I had ever since in my 19 years. Oh no! My hand is twitching to reach into my pocket to pull out the sick card. The movie was called "Fletch Lives" and Mr. Handsome loved it! He laughed at everything most heartedly. He had obviously seen it many times and I never. It was also my first experience with someone quoting a movie out loud and laughing prior to the joke. I keep looking around me at all the other people sitting in this theater watching their reactions. They too are laughing hysterically. Am I the only prude, am I the only one who doesn't appreciate Chevy Chase humor? Mr. Handsome was clueless to the fact that the movie was boring me to me. I was laughing at him and his outbursts. He was like a child in a candy store lapping up every scene with such an insatiable appetite. I found him humorous and delightful to watch. I enjoyed listening to his audible unhindered chackle. A chuckle and a hackle mix. He thought I was laughing at the movie.
Throughout the movie he would reach for my hand which was always readily available to be held. He would bring my hand over to his lap and the two of our hands would rest on top of his knee as if there was an invisible mold that cradled our hands. Occassionally, he would caress my back and play with my hair some. I'm not much for hair playing it slighly annoyed me and I playfully leaned forward and took a drink, hoping that I wouldn't offend.
The movie ended and I breathed a huge sigh of relief! YES! now we both can truly fun. Mr. Handsome grabbed my hand and helped me with my jacket and escorted me out to his car. He asked me if I liked the movie. I said, not as much as I enjoyed watching you like the movie. He was taken back at my response. He had the look of disappointment riddled across his face. It was hard for him to hide such raw emotion and it caught me by surprise. He was jilted. He wanted me to enjoy it as much as he had. I had not realized how much my happiness meant to him and how much he wanted to please me. (But to this day, I still struggle to like Chevy Chase and his humor). This moment and that feeling had made a lasting impression on me. I wanted him to always feel success with anything that he did for me or planned for me, that I would express my gratitude first.
Mr. Handsome always opened my door for me. I was accostomed to this because Mr. Blue Eyes would always open every door for me as well. EXCEPT, Mr. Blue Eyes would adorn me with compliments. Mr. Blue Eyes would say, "After you Beautiful" or "For you my love", it would always send a rush of blood straight to my cheeks. I loved it, I thought it was special only to me, until I heard it escape his lips to others and I realized it wasn't just for me, it was a part of who he was.
I liked Mr. Handsome's mannerisms. I liked his ability to laugh at himself and to laugh! I liked his carefree sense and I liked that he wasn't worried if others thought he was laughing too loudly. I always worried too much of what others thought. His strong sense of self and confidence calmed the twitching hand that had been twitching earlier for the sick card. Mr. Handsome has a silent sense of strength that shouts I am capable of anything you wish of me. I was wondering what Mr. Handsome was doing back in my neck of the woods so very far from his own.
I didn't feel that Mr. Handsome was thinking long term or anything with me. I felt that he had nothing better going on in Provo and would come visit his friend again. Seeing me was just an added benefit. Our night over all was ok and fun but I didn't get any lip smacken! The movie was over and I had 15 minutes to get back to the dorms before curfew! Yep, living in the dorms on school campus has a curfew. Gosh, if I come in late my dorm mom is waiting in the main entrance gathering room with a sign in sheet! Dang, she had the ability to make you feel like a heathen and let me tell you 15 minutes isn't worth feeling that. So, I had two choices. Meet the wrath of Dorm mom or miss curfew and wait until she goes to bed.
What would my decision be?
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