People wearing Mear-cat backpacks...

Remember in the past how I have written some stories about my awful dating experiences and I always give the guys a code name to protect their identity? Well, time for a new one... although hopefully this one doesn't turn into an awful dating experience?

This summer I met, well re-met since I met him last year, an EFY counselor who over the course of the summer got nicknamed People, Back Pack, and "Mear"cat... clever names I know.

Last year he had a girlfriend so I ignored him. Not true, though I only worked half a week with him and hardly knew him, so basically.

This year I meet him, and again a girlfriend... a different one from last year. ...but then he broke up with her.
And we were co-counselors. And our kids tried to set us up... He would try to make me blush in a new way every day, nay, every time he saw me.

Thus started out friendship, full of laughter and fun and poking fun at the other.
We had a good time as co's, it was easy for us to talk and he was so great with the kids, he really gave them everything he had.

Well, that weekend after the week of being co's was the 4th of July. I had to go get my hair re-done cause the roots were disgusting me. I knew he wanted to go to the aquarium and I wanted to as well.

Turns out he waited for me and we were texting the whole time... we ended up going to Seattle with a group of people but the aquarium had closed. after that we all went to Bremerton or somewhere ridiculously far away for fireworks, which was fun. I noticed the Merecat kept standing next to me, but I didn't think anything about it. After the fireworks we walked back to his car, and the people who drove out with us decided to get into a different car, so we were alone.
This is when he asked what the chances were of me saying yes to him asking me out, and I said. Are you asking me out. And he said, yes will you go on a date with me next week and I said, I'd like that!

We then proceeded to play 20 questions as we got stuck in terrible 4th traffic, but we were having a great time chatting.

The next day at church he was flirting with me like crazy! He loved the dress I wore, which we now call the "Purrfect" Dress, that or Kitty.

Yada yada, the next week he tried even harder to make me blush which wasn't that hard when he knew I liked him and it was a new group of girls. haha

Every night we would text for a long time, and one time he called and we talked for a real long time which surprised me cause normally I hate talking on the phone, but it is fun with him.

So that, the 3rd week of EFY was over and it was time to drive down to Portland for week 4. ...by some devious friends, they took my car and I drove down with him. We talked, we sang, oh we sang love ballads to each other! When we got down there we went to the beach and took some silly pictures, like this... for our set of EFY kids to think they had succeeded.
(PS, I do not know what is goin on with my badunkadunk, but it looks ca-razy.)

Once we got back from the beach we realized we were feeling sick and really tired, but decided to still do part of our date anyway--we were going to get chinese and go star gazing but we ended up eating peanut butter and pretzel m&ms on a field and chatting. We talk so easy, about anything, nothing, and everything.

well then, that 4th week I had some kids who dubbed his nickname, Backpack. They actually were kids of mine from last year, and they were happy I was there but sad I wasn't married and said, we will set you up with the next guy that walks by, and it just so happened to be him! And he was wearing his backpack... so... backpack.

But later I was talking to my friend about him and the whole situation and I didn't want to use names in front of her kids, so I said, People.

Anyway, then we flirted like crazy on the weekend but he left to go on a date, and after his date and when I was home, we texted from Saturday afternoon til Thursday morning... when I got to his house cause he convinced me to come visit.

(congrats for reading this far. hope its not too boring... but I just had a friend who suggested I journal it down either for Future Jenni or for my future kids. so...)