Basketball Guy and I walked to my apartment and put the bouquet of flowers in water before we left to get dinner. He asked, "Is it okay if we drive into the city?" I agreed without hesitation. He could have taken me anywhere at that point. I hadn't begun to "come down" from the effects of the flowers.
Basketball Guy worked in the city. I had only been there once or twice. I was impressed by his level of comfort - knowing exactly where he was going, while I was entirely lost. When we arrived downtown, he pulled into a Sizzler Steakhouse. "Is this okay?" He asked.
I know what you're thinking. Did he really need to drive an hour to take me to a Sizzler? Initially, I didn't question his motives; however, when he began rushing and asking if I was finished with my meal, I couldn't help wondering what was going on.
There was someplace we had to be at a certain time. We rushed from the Sizzler to another location in the city. He parked the truck and we began a fast paced walk. "We're gonna be too late!" He explained, as he grabbed my hand and started running. It was like being dragged by a big dog on a leash.
"Stop!" I pleaded, "my shoe!" Basketball Guy could see my small white slip-on, abandoned on the sidewalk, 20 yards behind us. He ran to get the shoe, came back to me, and placed it on my foot. Then, he picked me up like a sack of potatoes (under his arm) and continued running.
He turned a corner before he stopped and put me down. We were standing in a line to enter the Planetarium. (Keep in mind it was the mid-eighties. This was a really cool place to be.) We were there to see a music and laser show. I had never seen a laser show before.
I was dazzled by him and the planning he had done on my behalf. So many thoughts passed through my mind that evening. He was not the person he seemed on the surface. I enjoyed being with him. It felt good when he held my hand for the first time.
There was little room for doubt. Basketball Guy had swept me off my feet that night - both literally and figuratively.
to be continued...