Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels,
The dizzy dancing way you feel,
As every fairy tale comes real,
I've looked at love that way.
-Joni Mitchell
I'm four dates in with Zach and I already know I am in trouble.
Not like Rizzo and Kenicki in Grease "trouble".
But a "Oh, I hope he calls me! He's so dreamy. I held his hand-- in public." TROUBLE.
That's right folks.
I held his hand. In public.
That is a big, honking, deal.AND!
Hold on to your hats for this juicy tidbit.
I kissed him.
On a Ferris wheel.
Which by the way, I feel like should be spelled fairis wheel, because you know where you see those things? At the fair! And yes, I know its called a Ferris wheel because George Washington Gale Ferris, Jr. designed and constructed it for the 1893 World's Columbia Exposition in Chicago. I am willing to bet that 97% of all other Ferris wheels have revolved around fairs!
I am sometimes irrationally passionate about some things.
And also, can I just have a moment to note the irony of the first Ferris Wheel being erected in Chicago. The same city Zach is from.
Anyway...Tangent is over.
That's right.
A kiss.
Out in the open. In front of God and everybody!
Who am I?
Clearly, the only possible answer is that I am a pod person.
Yes. That must be it.
That, or maybe I am in the throws of "like".
The latter might be slightly more plausible, but not by much because I thought I would sooner sprout wings and fly than meet someone I liked this summer.
How did this all happen you ask? I'm quite bewildered myself to be perfectly frank about the situation.
This is supposed to be my year of 52 dates. If I get all wrapped up in Zach, that means I quit less than halfway through. And I'm a lot of things, but a quitter isn't one of them!
He is only #23. That means there are 29 men who still haven't had the pleasure of my most excellent company.
Wow. I have just made my dates sound more like data points than actual people. And I haven't even brought up the Excel sheet yet that I use to keep them all straight.
I can just feel my halo sparkling as the 7th Circle of Hell prepares for my imminent arrival.
In my defense, you would be using some sort of tracking system if you had gone out with 23 different people in the last seven months.
Names, faces, hometowns, occupations, pets, siblings. It all starts to run together.
I use excel everyday! It is the way I naturally keep track of things!
However, if I was really good at Excel I would have found a formula to find my perfect man and this adventure of 52 dates might never have happened in the first place.
So... if you guys don't hear from me after this post it is, because the Earth has opened up and promptly swallowed me whole into its molten lava depths where 22 of my 23 my suitors are throwing things at me and listing my flaws. Zach, is of course, not in this group because I don't need an Excel column to remember him.
Which is probably why I let him kiss me on a Ferris wheel circa 90210's Brenda and Dylan's Fair Date.
But anyway... back to how I ended up smooching on a Ferris wheel.
Zach lives near the fair, so one Sunday afternoon I headed over to his house to hang out and take in some of the action. There was quite a crowd amassed, so naturally there was some flip cup to be played, as well as "Dizzy Bat". I didn't actually play Dizzy Bat since I was wearing a dress and the likelihood of falling and showing everyone my underwear seemed too high a risk. Note to self, wear boy shorts next time!
Eventually, we drank all the beer and took this as a sign to head towards the fair. Once we got there Zach wanted to look for the booth his company had set up so he and I broke off from the rest of the group to do some searching. As we wound our way through the crowded booths I found myself naturally taking his hand when he held it out. It wasn't so crazy-crowded that we really needed to worry about getting lost, but I was also completely comfortable pretending I needed to hold his hand to avoid getting lost in the crowd.
When we couldn't find the booth, or any of the people we came with we decided to wander around and check out all that the fair had to offer. We watched the end of a livestock show, smelled all the different variations of fried foods the fair had to offer and briefly contemplated eating some it, and eventually stumbled upon the Ferris wheel.
*Funny side note that provides some needed detail.
Since I was wearing a dress that didn't have pockets, Zach was holding my wallet and phone. As we were getting ready to leave the house I asked "Where did Zach go? He has my money and phone in his pocket." His roommate said, "You sound like a wife already."
"Bite your tongue" was my reply.
"You wait in line, and I'll go grab us some tickets. May I have my wallet, please?" I asked holding out my hand.
"Nope. You aren't using your money to buy the Ferris wheel tickets." He said handing me some cash.
"But you paid our way in."
"I told you not to worry about it!"
"Ok!" I said skipping away to get our tickets.
Yes. I skipped. For real.
I probably looked like an 8 year old with my loose ponytail and striped t-shirt dress skipping through the fair grounds.
I got our tickets, skipped back over, and we hopped on the Ferris wheel. I'm not even sure we had made it to the top before Zach cupped my face in his hand and bent in to kiss me. And that is what we proceeded to do for the whole, entire, Ferris wheel ride. The only time I wasn't kissing him was one time when we were at the top and I noticed the hunter-jumper equestrian ring down below.
Yes, the only thing that could distract me from smooching is a hunter-jumper course.
Me and my horses...
We had so much fun on the first trip on the Ferris wheel that we decided to go around a second time :)
So now do we see why I am in trouble?
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