I hate camping...
I hate bugs - of any kind (except Potato Bugs)...
I hate dirt...
I hate the smell of freshly cut alfalfa...
I hate my hot dog being cooked in the fire to be black - I call that burnt food, the same way it tastes...
I hate my marshmallows for s'mores being cooked in the fire 'til black... see the above reason...
What does this make me?? A real "City Girl" - look out Carrie Bradshaw and friends....
I have never considered myself a city girl, maybe because my "city" is Salt Lake - and compared to almost all other big cities - it is barely a city at all. But, I guess when you grow up on a farm it is a big city.
This is what I was faced with in the latest chapter of my dating life.
After splitting with my fiancee, my sweet friend called and said,
"Jamie, I know you just split, but, I have a friend that I would love for you to go on a date with."
I agreed, with hesitation, if, for no other reason - to get me out of my apartment, but more important - get me out of my Ben and Jerry's, pajama's and sea of tissues.
I did go out with him - 3 times, well 2 1/2 really.... one he sat by me at a birthday party and didnt say a word - so I wonder if that is even half... oh well...
After deciding he was very nice - but I still was in love with my ex, my friend asked me to try it one more time.
He called me and - I swear - it was the most flustered conversation ever (endearing really) - like those awkward phone calls you made to your "secret crush" in Junior High - but this time he was in college. We decided I would meet him up North and with my friend and her husband, go up to the canyon for a bonfire. I think they used the word "bonfire" because they knew if they put the camping spin on things - it would probably be a no go.
We did go up to the canyon and had a good time. The strange thing was that I picked up a nickname from him, very early into the night - he insisted on calling me "City Girl" for the rest of the night. I wouldnt burn my hot dog - city girl. I only ate one s'more and the marshmallow was hardly gooey - city girl. I wanted the spider webs dusted off my chair - city girl. I thought I was doing well because when a monster dirty butterfly (that is what me and my sister call moths), flew dangerously near my face - I didnt scream and run. I helped put some wood on the fire... actually I think I just put my drink-cap in the fire, nevermind that. I did notice the amazing sky filled with the most stars I've seen in a long time, and even said "Maybe if I went camping now (the last time I went was over 10 years ago - with a church group), I would actually like it." But, to no avail - my nickname was set. It didnt ruin the mood too much - we still had a good time playing the "Would You Rather" game... We left the "bonfire" around 10:00 - the drive home was when I got to smell fresh cut alfalfa - a smell that I can only describe as wet grass and cow manure. This was the conversation:
Him: "Can you smell that smell?"
Me: "Yeah, I was just going to roll up the window!"
Him: "WHAT?!!? That is the best smell in the world!!!"
Me: "WHAT?!?! Are you kidding???"
Him: "Nope, that smell reminds me of home. What is your favorite smell?"
This is when I realized he was right and I was so proud of my "City Girl" title -
Me: "My favorite smell is the smell of new shoes!"
I am sure we'll be friends... but, as far as a relationship between this City Girl and Mr. Country -- I really dont see it happening....
