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will. What is your middle name?”
“Anabelle.” My mom’s middle name.
“Rachel Anabelle Harris. That’s pretty.” He smiles. “Your turn.”
“What is your middle name?”
“Don’t have one,” he says smiling at me.
“What! Yes you do!”
“Nope. My grandparents couldn’t decide on a name other than Jacob. They wanted to keep it simple.”
“Oh.” His grandparents named him?
“Ok, favorite color?”
“Red. What’s yours?”
“White. Favorite food?”
“Chocolate. Anything chocolate. You?”
“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
“Simple. I feel like you’re a pretty simple guy, Jake.”
“Eh…” he says nodding from side to side, as though he's contemplating what I just said. “Simple enough. Favorite movie?”
“Ugh. I hate this question. I can never decide. How about I tell you my favorite genre?”
“Sure.” He smiles at my scrunched up face. “Wait! Let me guess. Horror?” he jokes.
“Ha ha ha. Very funny. I do like a good horror movie if I have someone to grab on to when I start freaking out, but my favorite genre is the stereotypical rom com. I wish I was less predictable. You?”
“I just loooove romantic comedies!” He starts fanning his face and laughing.
“Stop making fun! Seriously, favorite genre?”
“Fine,” he laughs. “Although I do love a good romantic comedy, I prefer movies heavier on the comedy. Or action and suspense. Favorite restaurant?”
The questions go on like this for about ten more rounds back and forth. I'm having a lot of fun with the light conversation and banter between us.
“Sport? I played soccer in high school. I also like watching football every now and then. Your turn,” I say after responding to one of his questions.
“I also played soccer in high school and the first two years of college, then things got really busy with the band and I decided I would rather play on stage than on the field. I’m also a huge Broncos fan. That is the one thing my dad and I agree on.” He pauses. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“What?” Where did that question come from?
“From what I can tell you’re pretty cool. I thought I might find out that you were one of those shallow annoying girls, but you’re not. And I don’t want to creep you out, but you must know how attractive you are. Do you not want a relationship, or…?” He seems nervous to ask me the question.
“Um. Well, it’s not that I’m avoiding a relationship and it’s not like I haven’t had boyfriends. I just…” I decide to tell him the truth, just not the whole truth. “I’ve had a lot of stuff going on in my life since my senior year of high school. I’ve just been really busy with… things. Life gets in the way, you know? And to be honest, most of the guys I have dated didn’t want to put in the effort to deal with… everything that I was dealing with. They just didn't care enough to try. And then when one of the guys I was seeing made the effort, there was no attraction there. No spark. That relationship didn’t last long.”
“What happened your senior year?”
“Nope, you asked your question. Now it’s my turn. And I don’t think I would answer that one anyway.” I like this question game. It just helped me avoid answering the question I really didn't want to answer. I smile at him and ask my next question. “This is kind of a prompt, not an actual question.” I want to ask him why he doesn’t do the relationships, but he seemed so sad when he was talking to me last night. Plus he already told me. “ I’m not good enough… ”
So instead, I say, “Tell me about your family.” Maybe this will give me some insight.
He smirks at me. “Even though it’s not an actual question, I will respond to your prompt.” He looks me in the eyes and smiles. “As you know, I grew up near here with my grandparents. I am an only child. My grandma is a kindergarten teacher and my grandpa worked construction until he retired a few
“Anabelle.” My mom’s middle name.
“Rachel Anabelle Harris. That’s pretty.” He smiles. “Your turn.”
“What is your middle name?”
“Don’t have one,” he says smiling at me.
“What! Yes you do!”
“Nope. My grandparents couldn’t decide on a name other than Jacob. They wanted to keep it simple.”
“Oh.” His grandparents named him?
“Ok, favorite color?”
“Red. What’s yours?”
“White. Favorite food?”
“Chocolate. Anything chocolate. You?”
“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
“Simple. I feel like you’re a pretty simple guy, Jake.”
“Eh…” he says nodding from side to side, as though he's contemplating what I just said. “Simple enough. Favorite movie?”
“Ugh. I hate this question. I can never decide. How about I tell you my favorite genre?”
“Sure.” He smiles at my scrunched up face. “Wait! Let me guess. Horror?” he jokes.
“Ha ha ha. Very funny. I do like a good horror movie if I have someone to grab on to when I start freaking out, but my favorite genre is the stereotypical rom com. I wish I was less predictable. You?”
“I just loooove romantic comedies!” He starts fanning his face and laughing.
“Stop making fun! Seriously, favorite genre?”
“Fine,” he laughs. “Although I do love a good romantic comedy, I prefer movies heavier on the comedy. Or action and suspense. Favorite restaurant?”
The questions go on like this for about ten more rounds back and forth. I'm having a lot of fun with the light conversation and banter between us.
“Sport? I played soccer in high school. I also like watching football every now and then. Your turn,” I say after responding to one of his questions.
“I also played soccer in high school and the first two years of college, then things got really busy with the band and I decided I would rather play on stage than on the field. I’m also a huge Broncos fan. That is the one thing my dad and I agree on.” He pauses. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“What?” Where did that question come from?
“From what I can tell you’re pretty cool. I thought I might find out that you were one of those shallow annoying girls, but you’re not. And I don’t want to creep you out, but you must know how attractive you are. Do you not want a relationship, or…?” He seems nervous to ask me the question.
“Um. Well, it’s not that I’m avoiding a relationship and it’s not like I haven’t had boyfriends. I just…” I decide to tell him the truth, just not the whole truth. “I’ve had a lot of stuff going on in my life since my senior year of high school. I’ve just been really busy with… things. Life gets in the way, you know? And to be honest, most of the guys I have dated didn’t want to put in the effort to deal with… everything that I was dealing with. They just didn't care enough to try. And then when one of the guys I was seeing made the effort, there was no attraction there. No spark. That relationship didn’t last long.”
“What happened your senior year?”
“Nope, you asked your question. Now it’s my turn. And I don’t think I would answer that one anyway.” I like this question game. It just helped me avoid answering the question I really didn't want to answer. I smile at him and ask my next question. “This is kind of a prompt, not an actual question.” I want to ask him why he doesn’t do the relationships, but he seemed so sad when he was talking to me last night. Plus he already told me. “ I’m not good enough… ”
So instead, I say, “Tell me about your family.” Maybe this will give me some insight.
He smirks at me. “Even though it’s not an actual question, I will respond to your prompt.” He looks me in the eyes and smiles. “As you know, I grew up near here with my grandparents. I am an only child. My grandma is a kindergarten teacher and my grandpa worked construction until he retired a few
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