Gingerbread Commentary

I have full permission to tell this. I asked the guy. Because those of you who follow this know me and will most likely know him... so I definitely needed to ask.

This is just an awkward "dating" story. I don't even know what to call what we were doing.

I have this guy friend who is a year younger than me and we went to the same college. We were really good friends and we basically told each other anything and everything. And I mean anything and everything.

We kind of got to this point where we thought, "hey, this person is kind of cute" (okay, I got to that point but I won't speak for him).

We started hanging out all the time and going to midnight movies and walking around town late at night (very small, safe city). We were always together.

Oh... and he is a ginger as well. What a special pair we made.

There is a big celebration in our little town called Nights of Lights. On a night in November, the mayor gives this big speech and the kid's choir sings and the whole town comes out. The finale is when someone turns on a switch and literally lights the whole town up with little white lights. The best place to stand is in the dark plaza with all the trees because the whole place literally lights up.

Anyways, so we are at Nights of Lights with this couple who is madly in love with each other or something. We are walking around town and the ginger commentary begins.

"Are you guys going to live in a gingerbread house? Maybe make some gingerbread cookies with your ginger kids?"

"Ahhhh, you two are on fire!"

"Don't get hit by a car or you'll be flat like the gingerbread man!"

It kept going. And going.

I should also point out that at this stage in my life I was very not touchy feely. At all. Hugs were rare for my poor ginger friend during this awkward phase we were in. The pictures we have together are some of the most awkward pictures, ever.

We went ice skating another night and he tried to hold my hand to support himself and I loudly yelled, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I'm sure he got some awesome looks from the kids nearby.

But he was used to this. Anytime he'd brush up against me I would push him. Literally push him. Actually, I still do that to him.

I have no clue how we are still friends.

So while this does not really fall under bad date category, it certainly falls under awkward. And he agrees.

This was how I asked him if I could write this via text

Do you mind if I write abt our awkward dating situation two years ago on my blog? I promise I won't say anything bad abt you. Pinky promise.

- Sure but I thought we werent dating according to you.

Exactly my point...