She was busy tossing things around her room, looking for something, when I poked my head in. We talked for a few minutes and then she mentioned that her older brother was coming down from New York for a visit. They were planning on going out to dinner, and then, since he was such a huge history buff, they were going to visit the battlefields at Gettysburg on Saturday.
Oh yes, my friends, I did say that. Rob insists that the only thing he thought was that I seemed like a person who spoke her mind, and he thought that was great. I'm not so sure about that, but that's what I said and it didn't seem to scuttle the love boat in the long run.
Marguerite and Rob decided to forgo the cafeteria and its "Grade D, But Edible" meat, and head out to a local pizza place that cooked in a wood burning oven (Basile's, you were so delicious!). Since I was still in the room, Marguerite invited me to come along, to save me from the cafeteria.
I was feeling like an awkward dunce around her brother, but you just didn't turn down a trip to Basile's. We all hopped into Marguerite's red Mustang with the t-tops, and sped off towards DESTINY! (dramatic much?)
At the restaurant, I was still so nervous that I only ate one slice of pizza. One slice! That was unheard of for a hungry college student with an eighteen year old metabolism. Looking back on it, I realized it was because I didn't want Rob to think I was a pig. Marguerite already knew how much pizza I could put away, so I certainly wasn't trying to impress her. I didn't know anything about this guy, but I knew I wanted him to think well of me.
Even through my nervous awkwardness, I could see that Rob was smart. I mean scary, razor-sharp kind of smart. And he was really funny, once he relaxed into a situation. We spent most of the evening laughing, which is always a good sign.
After dinner, as we drove back to campus laughing and singing, Marguerite and Rob invited me to go to Gettysburg with them. "Road trip!," Marguerite called. I readily agreed, and I was pleased that my empty weekend suddenly seemed full of promise.
They dropped me off at the dorm on their way out to Marguerite's job, and I went to bed smiling and wondering what the next day would bring.
To be continued . . . .
RE: your comments from Brain Drain
Good news! Threeundertwo has graciously given me express permission to use her cool postscript comment answering device. Thank you! I'll probably still email you directly if I can, but I think I will try to have a little fun here as well. Will more people comment just to see what I'll say in response? Probably not, but what the heck . . . Cheryl: I have the same water splashing problem. And it always runs under the coffee maker, too. Yuck. Karen: you already know my feelings on the pimple/wrinkle combo. Urg. Beca Hawkette: Bring on the goo! I even have one of those brown scrapers! Amy: yes! the in-the-nose pimple ranks up there with an in-the-ear pimple. Bia: Glad to know I wasn't the only high school wall flower :) Barb: Milky Ways are ambrosia. They are always the first to go missing from the Halloween buckets. Barbara: I have already shared with you my love of Scottish Pretend Boyfriends. I feel we are kindred spirits on that front. Swoon. LisaL: I'll be over for some of the Baked Apple ice cream. Turkey Hill is straight from heaven.