five years later

Five years ago, I was hostessing at a restaurant / lounge / bar in Vancouver’s entertainment district. I had worked the early shift and was staying for the late shift to cover for another girl who wanted to go to a party. I was bored. My feet hurt. I was sick of talking to drunk people.

That night, a guy tried to take his beer to the bathroom, and I snapped at him and told him he couldn’t.

On his way out, he used the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard. So I gave him my number.

On our first date, he wore a fleece and asked me for a ride home and didn’t try to kiss me.

On our second date, a friend of his showed up unannounced at his apartment and hung out for half an hour while we awkwardly watched a movie. After the second date, I got a misdirected text message saying, “Oh jeez, 19 not even 20…”

But we’ve spent the last five years making each other laugh until my forehead gets itchy and exploring this weird unfathomable ordinary everyday life and offering a shoulder to cry on when one of us drops an entire fresh-baked pie on the floor.

Okay, I’m the only one who’s dropped a pie on the floor.

Love you D. Happy 5 years.

One thought on “five years later

  1. Happy 5 years Kimberly! That’s a fun story 🙂 when I went on a first date with Scott, he wore men clogs and I hated them, and still do… No kiss, no trying holding hands but it all worked out 🙂 I guess we fall for opposite men than we have had imagined 😀

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s