Let's start with this: If you are behind on who "Mister KiddyCup" even would be, I suggest you read this before getting your nosey all up in my bizznaz.
Read it? Alright, good. Now get this:
date #2 tweets: he read the post
— Rachel (@Sun_and_Sinatra) December 18, 2013
Ok, so I showed it to him. We were talking about it over sushi (obviously our favorite AND the best food), and I somehow mustered every once of confidence I had (like Teddy Geiger in For You I will) and let him have at it. Shit, now he's never going to talk to me. Can I run and hide now? STOP READING MISTER KIDDYCUP!
-He laughed at being called Mister KiddyCup but doesn't understand why I won't expose his real name and all that real life thing shenans
-He told me it was actually cute and I was a good writer Thanks....
I explained to him how much of a big deal this was because my friends in real life never find my blog by me showing them, they find it on their own (P.S real life friends, how do you do it...)
We then got into the car. And he did not drive me back to my car. THE DATE WAS STILL ON. We went to Longwood Gardens so I could get my I celebrate Christmas for the night-fix. I was swooing and looking like a tourist; stopping to take pictures of almost every tree. I mean after a while, I understand they aren't that exciting... I told him if he stuck around he would have to get used to stopping mid-walk to take a picture. He had fun with it. I had fun with him. Okay great.
We also froze our booty's off until finding the indoor plant stuff with the COOLEST little displays and staying in there for a while to warm up. He is also not shy at all, and isn't afraid to embarrass me (read: he wanted to take an orange off one of the trees in the 'jungle' and I basically had a bird). He also got me hot chocolate (hey, perfect) and we saw this display (that I didn't take a picture of this year) and I told him it reminded me of Cinderella. And I forget what he said but it was something along the lines of "Here's your glass slipper". I then told him something along the lines of "What are you, prince charming?" Yes. Yes he is. (read: So far.....) Oops.
Did I mention I didn't want to leave again once I had to?
Did I mention HE asked to see ME this weekend?
Did I mention if he reads this it's awkward but hey, it's my own fault.
Did I mention...we got a picture together? #DoItForTheBlog, right? ;)
