Today was "Pick Up Un-Needed Furniture" day.
No, it's not a holiday listed on any calenders. Nor do I work for Purple Heart or the Veterans.
But YOU knew that already, didn't you?
It wasn't printed in any of the papers, it was posted here.
YOU are the only one that knows. And you didn't try to stop me, you urged me to do it...
At least 92 of you did.
You wanted me to go back to the moving sale. To spend unnecessary money for unneeded furniture. One of you even told me to buy the piano, or a car if needed. And I concur...
I woke earlier than usual to make sure I had enough time to make myself 'moving day' presentable. I mean, he wasn't there on the day of return when my hair looked fantastic. I needed to make sure that I was looking okay, not the 'mommy was rushed this morning to get the kiddie to school on time' which is the norm on Tuesdays.
When I spoke to Mr. 'Handsome Moving Sale Campaign Man' on Sunday we had set up a time this morning that I could "swing by and pick up the love seat'.
I borrowed a friends pick-up truck for the move and drove over. I called on the way to confirm, just to make sure that I wasn't mistaken on time and date. I'm normally pretty good schedule wise, but this has turned my brain into mush. He said, "Wait for me! Don't leave" rather emphatically. He'd be there in 10 minutes.
As if I would leave....please.
He drove up in a black Cadillac Escalade. Why am I not surprised? It fits him well.
When I got out of the truck I felt like I was 15 years old.
Butterflies. Nervous. A little nauseous too.
I knew that I'd say something stupid and end up going back to the borrowed pickup and beat my head on the dashboard again. I thought 'I'm going to end up with a dent above my eyebrows' if this keeps up.
Questions keep popping into my skull. How much do I talk? What do I say? Do I keep this on the down low or let him know that I really don't need a love seat, it's just my way of seeing him again?
It also brought back memories of my now ex-husband. When we were dating he was going to buy a new car. He sold his old car to me. I found out later that his buddy, who was a car dealer, told him he'd best sell it directly or find a buyer because he was buried in this car. What he owed was more than the book value. So to pass if off to me, unsuspecting, trusting girlfriend...that was a genius move on his part.
But at the time of the transaction, he had no idea that he's end up falling in love with me and asking me to marry him. Wherein he got his old 'I'm buried in this car' back as part of his property.
Funny the twists life has. If this works out, there is a possibility that he'd end up with his love seat again. How interesting.
I did manage to make a few seemingly intelligent sentences and find out that he is indeed single. Thank God. The reason behind the 'feminine touches' I saw is because he is currently sharing his home with his divorced sister. She brought most of her furniture with her.
Have you seen the Simpson's movie? Remember the scene when Lisa meets the Irish boy and can't speak? She pretty much makes a fool of herself?
I was like Lisa Simpson. Sexy, huh?
I believe I even snorted once when he said something funny. Geez, Nancy. Keep it together.
We loaded the love seat into the back of the borrowed pickup, scanning the darkening skies for impending rain and he asked, "How are you going to unload this?"
I have been remodeling the back breezeway mudroom in my home. Adding some cabinets to store all the unsightly stuff that we need most everyday, but I don't necessarily want to see everyday. Because of that, George has become a fixture in my home. He's like a handy husband that I get to send home. So George was going to help me when I returned.
Patrick told me that he was disappointed. That he had secretly hoped that I would ask him for his help. Kudos to Nancy that he was impressed I wasn't afraid to chip my manicure by carrying the couch. "Wow. Your strong."
Yeah, baby. I'm like Bob Villa meets Martha Stewart at Victoria's Secret.
I just let you in on a secret. Did you notice? Mr.'Handsome Campaign Man with sisters' name is Patrick.
His name fits him like the Escalade.
Not to bore you with the details, but Nancy is being a bit diva. She got the handshake going in and the slight hug with a kiss on the cheek going out. AND the promise of drinks tomorrow. Notice plural...drinks.
I received the following text this afternoon." ur 2 cute"
I think this is going quite well.
Did I mention that I have a love seat that I didn't need?
Actually it fits perfectly in my office. Looks like I had it custom made.
I love it when things come perfectly together.
It's almost like I planned this.
Nancy, that rocks! I would totally have made an ass of myself, but you held it together AND got a date out of it. :)ReplyDelete
I have butterflies too reading about these last few days of your life... and I'm enjoying it! Can't wait to hear more of the Nancy & Patrick Story.ReplyDelete
Yay! You should have told him that you didn't know how you were going to get it out of your truck and then called Eldon, I mean, George, on the way home and told him to scram.ReplyDelete
Where are you going? I'll lurk at the bar. I have no life, you know..
I came across your blog through Blog of Note. I HAD to come back to get an update on the moving sale guy, and now, I am a Follower!! Thanks for sharing - I look forward to hearing more of your story!ReplyDelete
They don't call it a love seat for nothing!ReplyDelete
I am loving your story/life. I am vicariously living my life in your story!!! Go girl!! I too am eager to read more. I hope when I grow up I can have the energy that you have to see, meet, marinade and enjoy someone you have met! Thank you.ReplyDelete
new follower. love your blog. i can live vicariously through you :) lol.ReplyDelete
i cant wait to read more.
Blog of note AND a date, all in one week! Wow, the stars have aligned!ReplyDelete
I could not wait for the next installment. Yay for you! Just be you, it will be memorable. I'm excited for you and can't wait to hear about the drinks. (But not too many, or you won't remember the details to share.)
****sigh***** jealous and happy for you at the same time! :( + :)ReplyDelete
Oh, you should have said, "I have no idea. I'll figure something out." Sounds like he's hooked. Good luck on your date. Don't overthink everything. You're going to be fine.ReplyDelete
I've enjoyed following your story. But I just can't help picturing 'Patrick' sitting down to his computer one day and coming across your blog! What a shock that would be!ReplyDelete
I'm loving this story! Can't wait for the next installment. Like they said during the Blitz - Keep Calm and Carry On.ReplyDelete
Not that I was around then, but I've seen it on a teatowel somewhere.
i have been looking forward to hearing what happened! good for you! and the saga continues...ReplyDelete
Woohoo! I am so pleased for you! This has started my day on a high.ReplyDelete
Thanks for commenting and following me. You are awesome. :)
sitting here with a big grin on my face!ReplyDelete
That's soo cute! You made my night with that story :)ReplyDelete
And I love your blog by the way.
OMG!! So exciting!!! My fingers are crossed that "drinkS" go well. Awesome!! ENJOY!ReplyDelete
I am not commenting, for fear of jinxing.ReplyDelete
This is me absolutely definitely not commenting.
@ Max - I thought of that myself, what would he think if he read my blog. But I think that he might actually enjoy it! It might even make him more enamoured because I DID choose to write about it!ReplyDelete
Time will only tell...
Hopefully it will be a GOOD tale!
@Everyone else - Thanks for the support! I'm a bit nervous already and it's still morning.
Love your comments! Thank YOU!
I should be writing. I have half of a manuscript due in April (my writing partner, who spearheaded this project, naturally has the other half). Instead, I'm addicted to this blog. It's better than writing my own stuff. Mainly because I don't have to write anything, but because I'm rooting for you, foam finger, beer hat (root beer for me) and all. I'm also very, very impatient for the next hopefully successful and sex-filled entry. You see, I've got high hopes for you. ;)ReplyDelete
My name is Rory, and I'm a hopelessly addicted fan of f8hasit.
Love the story and the progression of events and your thoughts about them. And I LOVE the image you chose to accompany the text. With the "creative" vision you seem to have, you'll do fine.ReplyDelete
WHOOO HOOO! Good for you! I am super excited for your run of good luck. Like I said before, I hope it rubs off on some of your followers...ReplyDelete
Awwww I'm so happy you went back. :)ReplyDelete
I can't believe how nervous I got when I realized what this post was about; I guess I am living vicariously thru you.ReplyDelete
You wrote this so well, I could see it all.
Can't wait to hear what happens next...
Enjoy the goosebumps and butterflies!
Not gonna lie, I'm a little jealous. I love tongue tied feeling!ReplyDelete
Good Luck, and is the love seat at least cute?
So exciting!!!! I can't wait to read more. This is like a good book I can't put down!ReplyDelete
Oh.....I'm so happy, happy, happy! My hands were clasped in glee with fingers crossed at the same time (no easy feat when you think about it)...hoping that Patrick turned out to be the sweetie we wanted him to be.ReplyDelete
So far, sooooo very good!
Can't wait to hear about the drinkssss (Plural).
(Chrissy! Quit hogging the binoculars!!!)
Cant wait to hear more!!!!! Sending positive thoughts. And glad the furniture looks so fantastic in its new space.ReplyDelete
Hee-Hee... I think the "boys" must learn that they will be blogged about... whether they behave or misbehave is their choice. Completely endearing story! Love it. But, I love a new romance...ReplyDelete
I'm DYING HERE!!!!!!ReplyDelete
ooooohhhh!! This is exciting :D And at least the furniture ended up being useful - not that that would have mattered!ReplyDelete
Wow! This is just like in the movies! I can hardly wait for the next installment!ReplyDelete
Good for you! Good luck!ReplyDelete
This is great! I just wrote about my first meeting with a man was engaged to for my book...it wasn't much different, the butterflies, nervousness, wondering if I was making an ass of myself...all of it.ReplyDelete
Looking forward to watching this unfold...I'd love for you to pop by my blog sometime...
Nancy ~ well first let me say, your ex-husband is a douche for shuffling his bad debt to car ratio off on you! what an inconsiderate thing to do....i mean, you weren't a stranger..you were his girlfriend! You don't have to be a husband to not want to screw your girl out of money!ReplyDelete
you should post a picture of the loveseat....
the "ur2cute" text...that's definately promising! guys "like" girls they call cute....had he texted "urhot!"...means he wants in your pants. so cute is really really promising!
Will continue to read as this progresses!
Fantastic. Hope it continues to progress. We need photos now.ReplyDelete
SQUEE!! Sorry, I just squeed, but this story is amazing! Keep updating us! :)ReplyDelete
I just discovered you via blogs of note and immediately hit the follow button. Can't wait to hear the ongoing saga of Patrick indeed. Hmmm, perhaps it is time to rearrange that room to accommodate the loveseat, and of course little old you can't manage moving all the furniture alone??ReplyDelete
Off to read more of your blog, congrats on the BON, well deserved I think.
Oh - very pleased for you. What happens next?? Tell us... tell usReplyDelete
In terms of delaing with the potential fall out of having your blog discovered...I've had both experiences. So long as you don't post about dysfunction in the bedroom relating to a certain male problem you should be in the clear...ReplyDelete
I am getting as much of a kick out of your readers' comments as I am from your blog. So excited for you. I think you're handling the whole thing beautifully and cannot wait to hear more about Patrick. I have checked back every day for an update (I feel like a stalker..lol)and cannot wait to see how this plays out.ReplyDelete
First off, congratulations on the blog of note. That's seriously fancy pants!ReplyDelete
That said, the fact that all of this centers around a "love seat" is just too fitting. Good luck. ;)
I know that feeling all too well! The anxiety and excitement. Although, 9 times out of 10, I do say something stupid and ruin the moment. Congrats on everything going so well!ReplyDelete
I love this!! So ~ he thinks you are cute, snort and all...and drinks to boot. This could be the start of something wonderful..... I am so glad I found you!ReplyDelete
a very good story and full inspiration
I can't help but be taken aback by all of the coincidences--the title of your site, all of the 'f8' filled encounters with Mr. now you know he's single and wonderful and handsome and well-employed (notably the very first one), the custom made looking love seat that fits perfectly with your decor. It's all too beautiful--I guess it is finally all coming back around to you. Maybe you didn't plan it, but there's definitely a plan in motion--could it be f8's plan? ;-)ReplyDelete
I love your blog. Keep up the good work!ReplyDelete
Omg...I know that feeling. Haven't felt it in a while though. But uhm I guess congrats might be a bit strong at the moment but I hope something awesome happens for you. You deserve it. (:ReplyDelete
Really enjoyed the blog and the comments were almost just as good.ReplyDelete
Feel free to drop by and say hi.
What a fun story of your life right now...thanks for sharing it with us! I sure hope everything keeps going well, but hey, even if you end up having a bad date, you got a great loveseat and new blog followers out of the whole deal. You've won no matter what tonight! Yea!ReplyDelete
new follwer. lovelovelovelovelove. go enjoy your drinks tomorrow hun - then tell us all about it :)ReplyDelete
Hyya! I enjoy your blog and am looking foward to seeing your next post every day. Could you share the photo,"the custom made looking love seat" with us in your blog? hahaha!!ReplyDelete
Hi Nancy, just found your blog and today's post made sense when i read back over the last week or so. your story has me on the edge of my seat and laughing. can't wait to hear how drinks go...ReplyDelete
i am new to blog reading and i love it - i think i am hooked. who new this voyuer thing could be so much fun and tht i would get the chance to share the lives of some really neat folks. now to just work up a bit more courage to begin to write my own blog...
HEY LAYYYYYYYYYYYYYDEEEEEEEE!! I'M WAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!! IMPATIENTLY!!! AND ANNOYINGLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!ReplyDelete
I have SO much to learn from you! I'm here getting caught up on blog reading, finally! Happy Thursday!ReplyDelete
Nice story my friend...you give me a good lessonReplyDelete
come to visit me at
Jepara is The Best Furniture City In The World
You see how that worked out? Awesome!ReplyDelete
By the way, when you went all Lisa Simpson on him, you didn't fall back on your saxophone, did you?
The fact that the loveseat looks custom-made seals the deal. Patrick has potential!
I am so loving this whole buy the sofa to meet the guy thing! I hope it works out. The things we do for love are totally worth it. Sound like f8 to me. Can't wait to hear more.....ReplyDelete
okay, this is going to sound horrible, but this is almost like a 'daily dose of romance fun' thing...which isn't bad! because i happen to be feeling fluttery about someone myself.ReplyDelete
what i mean is...i'm stalking--i mean--following this blog now. yes, following!
Oh I love living vicariously through you! Giggle! You ARE too cute! And funny! Keep us posted! And Patrick! Swoon! Love the name!ReplyDelete
In this case the name Patrick makes me think of Patrick Dempsey and McDreamy seems fitting for this chap. Just have fun with it!ReplyDelete
Haha - awesome news! I hope this works out the way you want it to! :)ReplyDelete