Last night. Amelia and I decided to see what all the fuss was about this movie The Notebook. I mean, I've had grown men testify of the greatness of this love story.
I am reluctant to admit it, but as romances go, it's pretty dang good. And yes, I cried. But surprisingly not until the end. Amelia on the other hand was balling.....which is a tad uncharacteristic of the girl who mocks my tears during movies.
We had spent the evening bowling at this combined ward activity. Amelia's friend Ryan came, and we played our own little game. Ryan was a little perplexed by the fact that their were hoards of people trying to cram into the lane next to us, sitting on the floor and on laps, while we had plenty of room and even invited to share. I explained that it was the leprosy, and that he shouldn't sit so close.
Seriously, what is wrong here? I am a friendly person, a little socially awkward on special occasions, but generally normal? I did talk to the guy that I went out with once a while ago. About him leaving for law school, and the bar, general life update, etc. I then asked how their game was going, he gives me this quizzical look and replied, "Umm, okay? I'm not at work anymore?" Game, I said game, not day. I am not psychotic. I promise. Besides which, you are the guy who stands staring at me, almost lurking, and even when 2 feet away from me, stares, and yet says not a word until I strike up conversation.
All in all I had a good time. And do realize that half the ward has been there forever, and the other half are transplants from an old ward that they were all in together. And they are all tight and stuff. And it's okay.
After the movie, Amelia said to me between sobs, "Sarah, promise me that you'll hold out for a Noah. Promise!"
Okay I will? But I did have my heart set on an Abraham. Beggars can't be choosers. I could settle for other biblical names. Maybe.