That Boy

“Now, you look perfect!” Ashley beams. And that is a really good thing because Ashley is not a very complimentative person. I mean she doesn't give out many compliments. So I must look good.

Very good.

I look at myself in the mirror. One more time!

It's amazing! This dress is perfect. It's sexy, demure, wild, and creative, all at the same time.

Just like me.

Phillip will love it.

“Where did you get this dress?” I gush.

“I didn't get it. Phillip did.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, believe it or not, he did. My brother, the guy who bought me Scooby Doo slippers last Christmas, bought this amazing dress. I didn't think he had it in him. Evidently, he saw it a few weeks ago when he was in Kansas City visiting Da

He did?

Wow! I should take him shopping with me more often. I didn't know he could find such great stuff.

Ashley hands me my glass.

Another toast, God forbid.

Then she gives me another package to open. “Hurry, open this.”

She is getting awfully bossy now, but I know she can't really help herself because that trait definitely runs in the family.

I open the package and inside is a silver linked bracelet.

“It's beautiful,” I say, as I start to put it on.

“Wait,” she says, and hands me a smaller box.

I open the little box and inside is a charm. It's a rose.

“Here, let me put it on for you,” she says, snatching them out of my hands.

I just stand and watch. She gets the bracelet and the charm the way she wants it and puts it on my wrist.

“Alright, the limo is waiting for you. You better get out there.” She looks at me like she's never going to see me again. She is really acting weird.

“Thanks Ash, for everything,” I say, as I give her a hug.

Then she gets all teary eyed.

What's going on with her?

I'd blame it on PMS, but I hate when I have important feelings that are glossed over as PMS. So I won't.

“Um, isn't Phillip going to come get me at the door? I mean the flowers, the dress, the champagne, the bracelet, and he isn't even going to walk up to the door and get me? What? Is he just going to honk and wait in the car? Jake used to do that. It drove my dad nuts. He said it meant he didn't respect me.”

Obviously, he was right.

As if on cue, the limo honks.

“I told you. Phillip isn't in the limo, JJ. He's meeting you….um, somewhere…else. You need to Go.”

Okay! So I'm going.

I take a deep breath, but then I stop quickly to smell my roses and realize that in all the excitement, I haven't opened the card.

I open it quick.

The card has no signature. There is just a big heart drawn in the middle. I still have no idea what the heart means exactly, but it really makes me smile.

“JJ, stop stalling, you really have to go, or you will be late for…..”

“Late for what?” I ask, holding my heart card up to my chest.

“Um, for your di

“Yeah. Whatever,” I say to myself, as I walk to the limo. The driver opens the door for me, and I ask where we're going, where we'll meet Phillip. The limo driver just shrugs, tells me to have a glass of champagne and enjoy the ride.

More champagne. Yikes.

The whole limo thing is really a surprise, and I must say, I like it! I know Phillip wants this date to be special and to make an impression.

Although I have to say, he was pretty impressive last night, but I really probably shouldn't talk about that.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Spa and flowers and jewelry.

Like lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my!

Sorry. You know, I often wonder what incredible things my mind could hold if it weren't filled up with lines from every movie I have ever seen.

Anyway. Wow!

He really has gone to an awful lot of trouble and expense for this. So I fully intend to enjoy it and maybe try to repay him later.

I pour myself a flute of champagne, take a sip, lean back and enjoy the ride. We head out of the city, eventually to the town, and then the housing addition, where we grew up. Before I know it, we are at our old grade school.

The limo driver stops the car, walks around to the other side, and opens my door.

He obviously expects me to get out.

So I get out, look at him in confusion and say, “Now what?”

“Walk back to the swings,” he says, after consulting a list from his pocket.

Remind me to get my hands on that list later.

I look down at my light dress and satin shoes, and then I look at him like, Are you nuts, boy?

He ignores my look, so I say, “Are you sure? I don't think I should go back there. My shoes will get dirty.”

Actually, I kind of whined.

“You have to.”

Oh really? I think.

This is ridiculous. It makes no sense. Why would Phillip get me all gorgeous, buy me a beautiful dress and then send me out into the dirt?

Then it dawns on me why I'm here.

Our first kiss. Ohhhh, that's so sweet.

He must be meeting me here.

I run down the dirt path that curls around the building, not even worrying about my shoes. I expect to find Phillip waiting for me on the swings, but am disappointed to see only a boy swinging. I walk over, sit down on the swing next to him, and sigh.

Hopefully the swing doesn't get my dress dirty.

“Now what?” I mutter to myself.

To my surprise, the little boy stops swinging and says, “Here.” He hands me a little wrapped package and runs away.

I look around in all directions, figuring Phillip is bound to turn up. But he doesn't, so I open the package. Inside is another charm, a swing. How cute.

I add it to the bracelet and figure what the heck? I'm already sitting on it, swinging on it isn't going to get me any dirtier.

So I start swinging, and pretty soon I'm swinging as high as I can. I close my eyes and let my stomach go all fluttery. I'm really enjoying myself until I hear that damn limo driver honking his horn at me.

I've already had about enough of his rude honking.

Maybe I'll have a word with him when I get out there. But as I walk back, I decide I look much too beautiful to get all pissed off, so I just get into the limo.

We don't go very far because our next stop is Phillip's house. Finally, I get to see my date. Unfortunately, when we pull in the driveway, I notice Phillip's car isn't there.

Shoot.

The nazi limo driver comes around again, opens my door and says, “Go inside.”

Doesn't this man know that I hate being told what to do?

I swear, if I weren't relying on him for my transportation, I would tell him to KNOCK IT OFF! I look straight at him and scream, KNOCK IT OFF, in my mind, and it makes me feel a little better.

I barely get to the front door, when it swings open to reveal Phillip's parents.

“Oh, JJ!” Julie cries. “You look beautiful!”

I notice that she and Mr. Mac are very dressed up.

“Wow! You guys look great yourselves. Where are you going all dressed up?”

“Oh, there's a fundraiser at the Piedmont tonight. We're just getting ready to head there,” Doug tells me.

The Piedmont?

“Did you know Phillip and I are having di

“Um, uh no, we didn't. The View is a wonderful restaurant though. I'm sure you'll have a great time, dear.”

“This is for you,” she says, thrusting a box into my hand and deftly changing the subject.