One of our more spectacular dates happened before B. and I even became an official item.
We woke up at 3:30 in the morning, I dragged her out of her bed (a miracle in and of itself, I had to finally just threaten to leave without her), we drove to Zions National Park, parked in the twilit morning and began walking.
The moon was bright, so we had no trouble seeing the trail. We were going to see the sunrise on a majestic overlook in the park called Angel's Landing. We had talked about it for a long time, she had explained how great the view was and we made an offhand promise that, if we ever got the chance, we would go together. Now, bathed in moonlight and yawning and stretching and trying to shake the slumber from our eyes, we were there, climbing the trail up the steep outcropping of red rock.
We talked, flirted, had a lot of fun, and tried to keep each other awake on the way. This I think was easier for me, the morning person, but 3:30 is still 3:30. We made excellent time and it was still nice and cool before the outing was over, but before we got to the actual rock face and the real switchbacks began, something happened.
A suspicious noise emitted as we passed by a bush. Concerned about rattlesnakes, but fairly certain it was just something more of the rodent variety, I grabbed B. by the shoulders and switched places with her. I let her go and we moved on.
I didn't think much of it, I just switched places with her. I did the same thing with my siblings on the sidewalk. I was always a buffer between the little one and the perilous traffic, that was just what I did. I didn't consider it a particularly gallant gesture, but she told me later that she giggled about it, squeezing her pillow tight as she described it to her girlfriends. She thought it was a really romantic move.
oooh... I had a move.
And I didn't even know it. I'm not writing this to toot my own horn or boast about my perfect romantic marriage (if anything I think most of my posts point out how imperfect we are - well, how imperfect I am). Rather, my point is, fellas, you never know what will win over your sweetheart. She watches you, she learns you everyday, she comes to know the intrinsic and unseen in you and your manner. You never know, so be your best. I was fortunate enough to win over my lady with something that was just second nature to me. She's watching. So watch how you treat her and others around you. Watch how others treat her, and make sure its with respect.
We watch each other as couples and as part of couples. I'm fortunate enough to be under the watchful eyes of my sweet B. I love her eyes. They're one of the first things that made me start to fall for her. Two round oceans. Deep pools of light blue dancing with shimmers of sea green, all haloed by flecks of amber. When I look into her eyes for a long time, she'll get uncomfortable and ask what I'm doing.
"I'm going swimming"
She always rolls her oceans then. But she always smiles, too. We watch each other's backs. We watch each other live, and we learn as we watch.
What do you watch for?
S
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