Saturday, November 3, 2007

First Date Part 1

Okay, so once upon a time I was not married to this hunk of a man. There was a time that we lived in different states...but always the same time zone! This sweet hunk asked me to fly to Nashville and visit him. It was a warm March day when I left Houston and a cold March day when I landed in Nashville. I wasn't cold though because I was going to drive home with my sweetheart.

This is were ALL similarity to anything in my life up until this point ended. 75 miles we drove. I did not even realize that they built houses 75 miles from a major metropolitan airport. What a terrible drive these people must have everyday going to work, since people have to work in the city. People in my life always have. Who would put a suburb 75 miles from a city. Oh great holy heck!! This is not a suburb. This is a SMALL RURAL COMMUNITY. Okay, I have been to a small community...once... but I never considered it a place to live. And it had a major university. And an Interstate. A really great Greek restaurant. A skateboard park. More than one movie theatre. It had ..stuff..you know what I mean?

I was now in a very small town. A town that actually usually refers to the population as the county population, not the city population. I don't have any idea of all the towns in the counties I have lived in. I don't even know the names of all the counties I have lived in.

This county has ONE high school. ONE community pool. (doesn't every subdivision have their own? How can the swim teams compete against each other?) One library with less square footage that my parents current house.

I know, this is mind blowing stuff. I don't want anyone to get too worked up. You may want to go and make a smoothie and lay down before you read anymore.

Oh, are you back?

Here is the kicker. This town he is showing me is not the actual town he would like to live in. This is the ??big?? town. The next day he plans on taking me to his favorite areas in the next county over. The smaller, less spoiled county. The "I love the stinking great outdoors" county. The "most of the land is owned by big NY companies for tax purposes so you can hunt and camp anywhere you want" county. Heaven help me I can't possibly believe it gets smaller than this.


This smaller county is the one he lived in for years and the one he graduated school in. It has one high school also. But it only has one elementary school. He said it used to have another one on the other side of the mountain, but most of those kids didn't bother busing over to the high school after 8 th grade.

HELLO?!?!? Anyone with any sense listening? I don't want to offend anyone, but as my sweet hunk of a husband will point out, I am a big mouth Yankee. So here it goes.. I think about what he has said and I start to hear Banjo music... You know the tune...

If you are thinking, hey, Cynthia, you said you flew in from Houston, you are not a Yankee, well WRONG!! I had been in Houston for 2 months. I am so a Yankee. I am so much a Yankee you probably don't want to sit too close to me. I have a tendency to offend, so watch out!

So anyway, I make it through day 1...

Day 2... Wahoo Beach...

To be continued...

3 comments:

gretchen said...

I remember these dating days. The funny part is you have adapted so well. It's a good thing you didn't move him to the city. I don't think it would've worked! Can't take the country out of a boy!

lucy said...

wait, subdivions have their own swimming pool!!! that would be so cool. do most places have two high schools? gosh mom.

Chrys said...

Hey Lucy, I grew up in a town that had one highschool but graduating class was like 300 students. We are in a city that has 15 highschools and graduating classes are over 500. I am not sure what the class size for spencer is. Our subdivision has its own pool. can't wait for part 2 to come.