He was older than me and 100% my physical type at 6’1″ with dirty blonde hair and vivid eyes. None of that mattered anyway because our personalities and life dreams so meshed together. I loved him. At least I thought I did although I wasn’t ready to fully embrace it. I trusted him too. I was so happy it hadn’t happened for me before him because I wanted him to be the first.
We had just met days earlier but decided to go on a spur-of-the-moment road trip to a B&B. That’s how I roll to begin with, and especially with boys like this. He was pretty special…We had made reservations and drove north to a quaint, woodsy little town. It had been July 4th when we got there and we were literally greeted with fireworks the second we entered the town limits. If that isn’t magic, I don’t know what is. We spent a few days eating at local restaurants and hearing the right music at the right times and just feeling like we were trapped in a fantasy/romantic comedy and that we couldn’t get out and didn’t want to get out of it. Ever. I may sound cheesy but that is just the way it was. After a couple of nights of this whirlwind vacation, I woke up at the end of our trip knowing something special.
I knew that today was to be the day. It had to be. I had waited for so long, practically all of my life.
I was very nervous and I think he was a little anxious too. We asked the B&B owners for directions to quiet, secluded places in the area. They gave us directions to a long winding highway filled with state parks, waterfalls, caves and clearings. The road started in Maine and eventually wound up in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. It sounded perfect to us. We packed a lot of food and got in the car. We started our journey exploring caves and rocks and waterfalls. It was the perfect setting for romance. No one else was around for miles. You could tell that this sort of thing happened to a lot of people on this particular stretch of road. In my mind, that didn’t make it any less special for me. We pulled over a lot and looked for special places for it to happen. There was a lot of mucky water and very rocky roads and it made our footpaths difficult to travel. We began to think the car was the best place to be…
Night began falling and I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen that day. But maybe it didn’t matter? We had each other and if today wasn’t the day, that was ok. Maybe we’d have tons of other chances; years of other chances. There were other days and other trips. Our time together was running out. He’d be flying home the next day and I’d be going back to Jersey. Our time right NOW was precious. I looked lovingly at him – so focused and ambitious in the driver’s seat. So gentle and loving. So trying to make me happy…
Suddenly, Cassidy slammed on the brakes and screeched the car in reverse about a half mile down the road. He had found a clearing in the woods and his superhuman vision had seen something in the dusky clearing. I followed him out of the car and we embraced as we watched her graze in the grass. There she was. My first moose. We watched her for a long time until she walked away into the dark. I got a few blurry pictures but they were nothing special. I couldn’t even talk on the drive home to the B&B. I had been fascinated with moose my whole life and had just seen my first one at 24, despite summers spent in Vermont/New Hampshire. She was my first of dozens upon dozens but she was pretty special. It was pretty special.
By the way…what did you think this post was about??? Perv.