Peter took me on our first date on July 24, 2009. He drove us out to Point Dume in Malibu and we hiked up to the top of the point. We then enjoyed a picnic lunch and tried many different ways of huddling up in the blanket to get warm on the windy point. As we talked on and on about seemingly everything I remember thinking more and more each minute that I really liked this guy. Finally when the sun went down we climbed back down the mountain, still wrapped in the blanket (which Peter called our invisibility cloak...I think he knew I was a sucker for HP references). Afterward we to Malibu Yogurt where we discovered our mutual love of chocolate malt crunch ice cream, and Peter's hatred of places that do not accept credit cards. Peter must have felt extremely comfortable with me already because he answered a phone call from the missionaries just to tell them he was on a date with a cute girl and they were not, and later spilled ice cream on his pants...and licked it off. (Knowing Peter as well as I do now, all I can say is yeah...that's Peter.) Overall, it was a fantastic date. By the end of it I was pretty much sold. I definitely wanted to see this boy again.
I don't think Peter was quite on board as I was, however. For the next week I did nothing but whine and fret to my fellow camp counselor that he was never going to call me and that I would just die, etc etc. On Thursday I decided to take a bold move and awkwardly text him telling him we should hang out again. Luckily he responded and agreed to come to a bowling night the camp counselors form work were having that night. His presence definitely made that night very enjoyable, though I did learn even more what a complete dork he is.
That night I drove up back to my house asking each other random questions. I asked, "what is your favorite time of day?" I don't remember what he said to be honest, but I do remember his reaction to my answer. I said it was nightfall, because it reminded me of my typewriter. I feared my geekiness may have scared him off, but actually he was incredibly excited about my answer. When we got back to my house I did something I very rarely did--I showed him some of the things I wrote. Creative writing had always been a hobby of mine, but most of the time I am far too petrified to actually let anyone see it. So to let Peter even look at it was a pretty big deal to me. Surprisingly to me, he loved my writing. We sat in my car into almost 3am talking and reading. When we hugged goodbye it was one of those long hugs where neither person wants to be the one to pull apart. It was official. I was head over heels for Peter Hamilton.
Thankfully, Peter was smitten as well. He later told me that he spent the entire next day at work thinking of nothing but me and his excitement to see me again. Friday night was ward temple night, but unfortunately we did not get to spend much time together since he did a session and I did baptisms. But Peter did invite me to come over for a family dinner on Saturday. It was a lovely dinner and I loved the Hamiltons, but honestly it was the most nerve-wracking few hours of my life. The entire time my brain was on over-load constantly freaking out about whether or not Peter liked me back (how 15 of me, I know).
Finally we were left alone on the bench by the fire pit. Peter put his arm around me as we talked, which gave me hope. He kissed me for the first time that night, and despite how cheesy it sounds, it was magical! When I got home that night I wrote in my notebook, "as odd as it sounds, I wouldn't mind being kissed like that for the rest of my life."
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