Sarah's Mom came up this weekend from PA. She drove up on Saturday a.m. and stayed until last night. I was excited because Sarah said she wanted to meet me, so we all made plans to have dinner on Saturday evening.
The week before Sarah mentioned something that made me laugh. "My sister mentioned that my Mom was a little worried that because you're a trainer, you might be butch."
"Ha ha ha ha!" I laughed. "What did you say?"
"Well, I told her that you definitely were not and also, when did they ever know me to date a non-feminine girl? And besides, I also mentioned that on our first date you showed up with a purse," she grinned.
"It's not a purse!" I cried. "It's a bag."
Well, I guess it kinda is a purse. But not really! It's a simple black bag made from this nylon material and it resembles more of a smaller, dainty-ish tote bag.
Not a purse, I tells ya!
Anyway, then I said, "You mean I can't be my true self? No Army pants with a ripped tank top, and hair slicked back?" Then I lowered my voice several octaves. "And I can't talk like this?"
"I was looking forward to coming in, grabbing her ass and saying, 's'up, Mizz D? Yo' daughter be a fine piece. I'm glad I'm gettin' me some!'" I said in my mock ghetto voice.
Sarah folded her arms. "I thought you wanted my mother to like you?"
So, Saturday night I showed up at Sarah's in black pants with a flare at the bottom, black shoes that made me 2 inches taller, black strappy tank top with a blue sheer silk shirt over it left open, long black coat and, of course, my "purse."
I walked into the living room to find a blond woman taller than Sarah who looked like she was Sarah's older sister rather than her Mom. She immediately rose out of her chair and extended her hand. "Liz! It's so great to meet you! Sarah's told me so much about you, so it's wonderful to finally see you in person!"
And the evening from there was perfect. We all had a great time. For dinner we went to the Blue Room where Sarah and I'd had our first date. The night was filled with almost 3 hours of great food and conversation.
"So, how did you two meet, anyway?" Sarah's Mom asked.
"I never told you?" Sarah asked.
So Sarah explained about the ad, her disaster responses and her "shot in the dark" reply to me.
"Wow, Sarah," her Mom said. "You certainly lucked out, didn't you? What a great catch."
I felt myself blush then. Sarah grinned at me. At one point later Sarah's Mom pointed out how much she loved my vibrance and energy level. "That's what had shone through in her ad," Sarah said. "That's why I'd replied."
When the evening ended, we all returned to Sarah's house. We sat around a bit chatting, but then it grew to be late and we all were fading.
Sarah's Mom came over to me, arms extended, and gathered me up in a great hug. "I'm so glad I got to meet you! You're a wonderful person and Sarah's lucky to have met you!"
"Thank you," I said. "I'm glad I got to meet you, too. I hope I get to see you again soon!"
Sarah's Mom disappeared into the bedroom and Sarah walked me to the door. Stealing a few quiet kisses, I finally left. It was a great night all in all and I was exhausted. Plus, I had a soccer game in the morning. (in which I did a dreadful job of playing)
Everything just seems so blissful with Sarah. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dream, it's all so amazing.
I hope I never wake up.