So...my grandmother decided to play matchmaker. I know that the idea sounds terrible, but I didn't complain. (For Chrissakes, I haven't dated anyone since the eighth grade, and I'm a junior in highschool!) Anyway, she kept telling me about the grandson of some friend she has.
"Oh, his name is Edward, and he'll be visiting for a few months."
"That's just great, grandma."
"You two should get together!"
"Okay grandma, I'll figure something out..." -Mumbles incoherently-
The Bowling Party
That's the way it went. My birthday rolled around, and so I invited 'Ed' to come. We were supposed to go bowling and pizza-eating (My and mah friends). Ed is new to America (Evidently, he's from England: Land of Tea), so he has no idea where anything is here in Georgia. I don't blame him. So anyway, he was supposed to come to our house, then we'd drive him to the bowling alley with us. The doorbell rang. The cat meowed. My mum yelled for me to get the door.
Hurrying downstairs as fast as my high-heel-clad feet could take me, I screeched to a halt in front of the door. Ed was...very tall. That was my first impression. Very, very tall. He's 6'3". I'm 5'3". This should tell you something. Then again, I'm short compared to just about everyone, so forget that fact. Moving on...
Ed is blonde with very blue eyes and a charming, incredibly British smile. No, he does not have terrible teeth. That's Austin Powers you're thinking of. Anyway, I opened the door and he said in quitepossibly one of the funniest British accents I've ever heard:
"Er - are you Alex Green?"
I had to try very hard to stifle a laugh. So we went bowling. My friends liked him. My girlfriends were warned by me to leave him alone, seeing as how he was going to be leaving in a month anyway. They acquiested. Ed was a very good bowler, considering the fact that he said that he "hadn't bowled in three years". As the British say, Bullocks. He's also a terrible liar. Couldn't lie to save his life. But right now, that information is irrelevant.
So the bowling party was fun. When we returned to my humble abode, we invited dear old Ed to come trick-or-treating with us on Halloween, since in England kids stop going when they're about five.
This is Halloween
My friend Jacqueline (Also very tall, blonde, and blue-eyed) came trick-or-treating with Ed, my brother Max, and me. Now comes the great part: Ed has no idea what to do with the concept of Halloween.
[Everyone takes their candy bags, prepared to do justice to the neighborhood]
Me: Ed, where's your bag? Ed: Bag? Me: Yeah, for your candy. The 'loot'. Ed: I thought I'd just carry it in my hands...? Me, Jacqueline, and Max: -facepalm-
[A woman dressed as a witch stands at the door to a house. She wields a fierce-looking broom]
Witch-Lady: What do you four want? Ed: Can we have some sweeties, please? Me, Jacqueline, and Max: -facepalm-
[The same witch-woman insists on spanking us with her broomstick after she has given us each our candy]
Witch-Lady: Alright then, turn around! -Spank- Ed: Thank you sir, may I have another? Me, Jacqueline, and Max: -facepalm-
Once the horrors are over, we retired to my house to trade/eat/do whatever with our many candies. We all agree to watch The Mummy, because it's Halloween and Brendan Frasier is cool. Jacqueline goes upstairs to fetch my brother, that way he can be informed of the film we will soon be watching. During this period of time, Ed leaned over and askedme in a frantic, British whisper:
"Do you want to go to the Panic! At The Disco concert with me?
How could I resist that cute little face mixed with the accent? You're right. I couldn't. So I agreed.
The Concert
It was great. It had a circus theme. There were acrobats and contortionists and gymnastsand scantily-clad women, which I'm sure Ed loved. Evidently, the lead-singer is a former Mormon. Hmmm...
My first kiss happened that night. I know, I know...I'm so far behind the rest of the world in the 'make-out scale'. Oh well. Nothing I can do about that. I'd prefer not to be considered a whore, so I just be myself. I guess it attracted Ed. Now for some guys at my school...just kidding. So anyway, I was a tad nervous, to be perfectly honest. Just as I was exiting the car, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in. I think you can guess what happened from there on out. No, it was only First Base. Nothing more. I respect myself, thank you very much. If a guy can't respect me back, then he's not worth dating.
Other Random Times
Ed and I saw a few movies. On our very first date, we saw The Prestige. It was kewl. Second date was the concert. Third date, we saw Casino Royale. That was AMAZING. Simply AMAZING. Me being the loyal Sean Connery fan that I am, I was skeptical. But it was undoubtedly, incredibly good. Go watch it. If you already have, watch it again. Just because. Our fourth and last date, we went to the Georgia Aquarium. Ed wanted to go. I had been there three times already, but didn't mind. I might be majoring in marine biology, so why not enhance my knowledge a little bit?
Conclusion
I have learned many things because of Ed. (He left last Saturday) He taught me loads of British slang words and curses. He complimented me on my making-out skillz (Which was nice considering the fact that I had never done it before. I guess being able to tie cherry stems into knots with my tongue certainly helps...). He was a gentleman. I learned more about his school, Eton (He graduated last spring. He's eighteen and I am seventeen. He's taking a gap year in between high school and college). I impressed him with my knowledge of the traditions of Eton, including The Wall Game. Evidently, only Etonians are to know about The Wall Game. I thank the author J.V. Hart for learnin' me good in the book Hook. I even let Ed borrow the book. He loved it.
He and I keep in touch on facebook now. A few girls were jealous - especially girls that I worked with in the school musical: Chicago. On one of the performance nights when he came, it was kind of entertaining to see the expression on his face with all the girls fawning over him. He looked like a kitten surrounded by giant, evil dogs. Terribly frightened. When I asked him what his favourite scene in the show was, he said, "The number with the cages. The girls in cages. That was cool. And your outfit is...interesting."
He was right. We wore strictly lingerie. Very smexy. The number he referred to is "The Cell Block Tango". It is quite a risque show, all in all, Chicago. More guys showed up to see the show this year, though. Anyway, back to the point. Or lack-thereof.
It was fun. I recommend dating foreign guys. Though it's best if they speak English, ladies. I shall miss him. He will be coming through Atlanta again in July, so I'll see him then. He introduced me to British underground music, which is actually quite good, if a bit hard to understand.
Good luck to you out there, whoever you may be. I hope that you will have an interesting experience like my own.
Cheers!
- Bella
Isabella Morte · Tue Dec 26, 2006 @ 05:00am · 0 Comments |