My first date with keithy was december 2, 1995 (we had been in a class together since september but only started talking the week after thanksgiving). i had tried to set him up with a girlfriend of mine (thinking she was his type) but it turned out keithy didn’t like girls with small asses, he liked me…
On friday, december 2nd keithy called me and asked what i was doing that night- my nephew had been born late the night before so i was in my pjs planning to have a relaxing night at home (i spent many nights like this) and i told him that i was doing nothing but hanging around my apartment.. keithy said he wanted to come over and hang out with me- and so we had a date. a wonderful easy and relaxing date.
here is what we did.
we made dinner- some sort of pasta with broccoli- he brought the ingredients and we both cooked. we laughed, and we discussed what we thought other people were doing that night and then keithy put on my stereo and we danced- no joke- we danced like we were in a night club. next i told keithy that i could imagine being at a bar with him (i didn’t drink much then either- almost never) and we play acted being people at a bar. we were both very silly that night and i believe that night we fell in love.
11 years later, we are driving on i 95 with my niece talking about this very night and i talk about how silly we were and how silly i think i am and my 12 year old niece says “tanta jenny, you’re not silly at all”… and i realized she is right! i have lost my silly and desperately need to bring it back. my husband, keithy, is silly so much of the time- and i get annoyed and tell him to stop. my kids are silly and i tolerate it- mind you i don’t behave like i enjoy it. what happened to me? i used to be this fun loving, happy go lucky silly girl and now i am a fun fearing, happy but afraid of everything not silly woman. well i am hoping to change my direction and re learn to have more fun and be silly.
of course silly isn’t for everyone, and for those who’ve never been this way no need to want it, but i miss it. i miss the carefree fun attitude of a girl who could be foolish and silly at a moment’s notice. a girl who could pretend to be at a bar hanging out with a hot guy, a girl who could grab the karaoke mic just about anywhere and belt out a tune.
i’ve morphed into a boring grown up- and that’s going to change…i’m ready for a good time.