Falling in Love (Michelle)

>> Wednesday, April 14, 2010

After that pizza dinner, we started spending a lot more time together. Before, we had hung out once, sometimes twice, a week. Now, we were spending nearly every day with each other. Eric was unemployed at the time and I was in grad school for only a few hours each day, so we had a lot of time to spend together. 

I don’t know if it was boredom on Eric’s part or a desire to woo me, but he ended up taking me out for a number of fun activities. We hiked Great Falls, went swimming and camping, walked along the canal at Georgetown, visited the old shops at Occoquan, and hung out along the docks in Annapolis. I’ll never forget, though, the time he took me canoeing on the Potomac.

I had canoed a few times as a kid. It was never my favorite thing to do, but it always made for a fun afternoon. Eric, on the other hand, had never used an oar before in his life. That became rather evident as we circled the boat slowly through the river. Eric was clearly getting frustrated at our inability to move forward. He started getting upset and yelling a bit... which caused me to break down and cry in front of him for the first time in our short relationship! It was a rough afternoon. We still laugh about how we’ll probably never canoe again every time we cross the river (in our car, of course!).

In late July, it hit me one evening that I was falling in love with Eric. I remember calling my younger sister because I just had to tell her the news, right then. She was at a concert that evening, so I had to leave her a voicemail. I think it went something like, “Hey, so I was just sitting here, and I thought to myself, well, about Eric... I think I might be in lo-uhhhhh... I can’t say it! But, you know what I mean! Ok, bye!”

A week or so later, Eric and I went camping in southern Maryland with some of his friends. It was a hot, muggy August. The first night we were there, after much drinking, Eric and I walked to the dock with Brian and Charlie to look at the stars. Eric and I laid down on the dock while Brian and Charlie stood nearby.

“I like you,” said Eric.

“I like you, too.”

“No, I mean, I LIKE, like you,” he replied.

“Ha! I like, like you, too.”

“Uhh... should we leave for this conversation?” Brian laughed.

So, we all laughed, and eventually we headed back to the campsite. As Eric and I stood by the car getting ready to head over to Brian’s site for more beer, he hugs me.

“What I meant to say was that I more than like you. I love you,” he said.

“Really? I love you, too.”

Of course, the next day I wouldn’t dare say “I love you” first, because I wasn’t quite sure if that was him or the beer talking the night before.

Back out on the dock that evening, we saw that the wood was covered with bird pooh. We hadn’t even noticed we were lying in it the night before! Gross.

We sat down and he told me that he really meant what he had said the night before. Even sober. 

That made me smile.


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