Winter Wonders
Ok, so here’s the deal: I’m sort of ridiculously happy right now. Obnoxiously so, in fact. While there are several other things I intend to write about, for the moment you have to indulge me and let me talk about my new relationship. I figure that I’ve spent two years here complaining about the dating that hasn’t worked out and it seems only fair that I spend a little time talking about one that’s working. (Besides, it’s still new and I’m still constantly surprised by it. And then, when he breaks up with me after the crazy gets to him, you’ll be better prepared for the miserable posts.)
On to the gushy stuff that I wanted to share.
The other morning Colorado decided to skip ahead a few months. Yes, it’s October, but if you looked out the window on Sunday evening or Monday morning you’d think either a) nuclear winter or b) Colorado likes to screw with people. Either would have been correct.
On what was predicted to be a sunny, 54° fall day, we were instead treated to freezing rain, fog, and bitter wind. Now, being the freakazoid I am, I like those kinds of days. I stayed in my jammies for most of the day, I made a chicken pot pie (from scratch, of course), and I had a cute boy who (for reasons I still can’t quite figure out) watched An Affair to Remember with me.
But wait. There’s more!
The next morning I suddenly remembered what it is about freezing rain, fog, and bitter wind that I don’t like. My car was neatly dressed in a sheet of solid ice. It was lovely, in an I-don’t-really-need-to-go-to-work-today-do-I? sort of way. Mainly, though, it was just frozen.
Because I was running late in the morning, as I so often do, the cute boy offered to help by starting my car for me. I tossed him the keys and began to frantically search for my ID badge (already nestled in my bag, of course).
A few minutes later I realized that he hadn’t come back in yet. Given my history, you’ll agree that it’s not ridiculous that I had a moment of “did he just steal my car?” panic. I walked outside to see what was happening and I saw a sight that still baffles me. In fact, I think I would have been less shocked had Sasquatch asked me for a sweater in an Irish accent than I was by the view I had.
Not only had he not stolen my car, he was scraping the ice off of my windshield for me. My frozen, ice-covered car was being warmed and scraped for me. Now, I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure that at that moment little cartoon hearts began popping around my head.
Here’s the real kicker, folks. He didn’t see what the big deal was! As I gushed in the cold air, momentarily forgetting that I was running late to work and that I wasn’t wearing a jacket and that I probably looked a little stunned with my jaw hanging slack and the cartoon hearts running into each other, he looked a little nonplussed and explained to me that it’s just something he wanted to do. No big deal.
I’m telling you, a girl could get used to this. Fingers crossed that he doesn’t get sick of me in the next few months. Let’s at least wait until the spring thaw.