I Did Something F***ing Crazy Over Thanksgiving – Part III

Delfin and Jessica
D.J. and Jessica

Last time I left you, I had just explained to my forgetful father that I was bringing Jessica home for Thanksgiving dinner with my family.

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A woman I had never spent even a second with in mutual physical presence.

Also a woman that would fly in Tuesday night, drive with me to Peoria on Wednesday, stay through until Sunday, and drive back to Chicago to leave on Monday.

That is a pretty significant first date commitment for a woman. I have a tremendous amount of respect for that sort of courage. Either she really liked me, or was batshit crazy.

I am excited and relieved to report that she is both courageous and sane. And 5’10”. Take that gross, short ladies! You gross!

Standing at the bottom of the escalator in the airport, I became nervous waiting for our first interaction.

What if the spark that definitely existed on the phone wasn’t there in person? I was worried that we would be spending five and a half awkward days and nights together. And sleeping in different beds. And I just washed the goddamn sheets! Well, the sheets in the master bedroom. The guests in the second bedroom will never know the difference.

As she descended the escalator and our eyes locked, my anxiety dissolved. She was every bit as beautiful as I had fantasized about during our phone conversations. Without the full body leather one-piece.

Then my anxiety came roaring back. What if I wasn’t attractive enough for her? Yes, readers, even super amazing looking people such as myself are worried about looks. I know, it’s silly. I’m chiseled in everything fantastic.

She greeted me with a solid full kiss. Which made it awkward as I had to navigate over to baggage claim with an erection. I’m a rightie by the way. No, wait, leftie. I just checked.

Once we got in the car we did what you all wish you could do on a first date. We assessed each other’s physical stature verbally.

“So, am I handsome in person?”

“Yes! Are you disappointed in me?”

“No, you’re beautiful. Great job!”

She uncomfortably mumbled, “Thanks… ” not quite sure how to take me congratulating her on her appearance.

We held hands the rest of the drive home. Two hands on the wheel is neither necessary nor romantic. Be a man.

I don’t want to get into sordid details except to say that we engaged in much of the Kama Sutra’s first sixteen positions that night including that one with the double headstands and patchouli oil.

Obviously I’m kidding and would never reveal any, if there had been any, physical interaction descriptives.

Truthfully, I just wanted to spend intimate, quality time with Jessica, to hopefully further our connection. You can’t really start a relationship with sex in my experience. Plus, the best sex often arises naturally from the progression of connection.

Women, of course, know this. I’m still learning.

We had a lovely first evening and awoke the next morning and both went to work for a few hours. Her firm has a satellite office in Chicago.

I picked up Manny’s to eat in the car. Manny’s Deli is my favorite lunch spot in the entire city. It’s a Jewish deli that specializes in corned beef and pastrami. And for some reason, chop suey. I guess Jews love that crap.

Manny's Deli
Yes, even gentiles are allowed in the restaurant.

We ate on the road, and wolfed down the sandwich. She used a fork, which secretly impressed me. I picked up my half  of the pastrami and corned beef combo and ate it with one hand. Then, we shared matzo ball soup. In the car. Whilst driving.

Yes, I said “whilst” – it’s better than “while.” Don’t take this away from the British. They need it.

We arrived at my parents’ house three hours later. My sister and mom were out running errands, although I’m not exactly sure doing what as we ordered Thanksgiving dinner from the country club.

My father greeted Jessica with a solid hug. He loves hugging.

By the way, the best part about being an adult is kissing women on the cheek that would have rejected me in high school when I see them now. I never miss a cheek-kissing opportunity.

In the next several days, we visited four of my friends at their parents’ homes, went to a jam session in one of my buddies’ basements, attended a big party, celebrated my mother’s birthday, and played Rummikub, our family’s favorite game.

It’s like dominoes. For white people.

Jessica fit in perfectly with our family. My friends seemed to really like her, and my each of my family members gave her a rave review.

She also did that awesome “helping out” thing that you hope your girlfriend does when you bring her home. Nothing impresses a mother less than a chick who never offers to help with the cooking or dishes. I dated one of those once.

We drove back to Chicago on Sunday, had Chicago-style pizza for lunch, and relaxed.  For dinner, I met out two of her friends, and had a nice sushi and  barbecue  meal.  Don’t ask.  It was good.

Monday morning, when I drove her to the airport, we sat most of the way in silence.  This was a huge week, with lots of emotion, intimacy, insecurity, and romance.  It was like cramming a few months of dating into five days.  Hard to process.

I felt sad when I dropped her off.  Not  devastated, but very morose.  I already have my ticket for the upcoming New Year’s Eve, but this was still loss.  This new potential relationship was flying back to Atlanta.

Even though it sounds like this is going super fast, it really isn’t.  We’re both talking about our feelings and making sure we give each other the appropriate space.  I’ve pushed relationships in the past, and it never works.  You have to partner-up, and find someone who is on the same emotional page.  I believe we are. I’m excited for my future with Jessica. Our future.

However, if she dumps me, I’m totally going to start nailing my readers. Get your jerseys on, scrubs!

Delfin and Jessica
D.J. and Jessica
The Paris Family
The Paris Family

part IV

14 thoughts on “I Did Something F***ing Crazy Over Thanksgiving – Part III”

  1. WhitneyLeeCondie says:

    Wow, she’s beautiful! And I think I fell for you a little because you like us tall gals.

    1. D.J. Paris says:

      @WhitneyLeeCondie I will pass along your compliment! Thanks for reading, and what I’ve learned over the years is that size and shape doesn’t matter much. Why am I lying to you? Shape matters.

  2. amfairbanks says:

    Glad it went so well after all! And she’s gorgeous. Great accomplishment Jessica! haha.

    1. D.J. Paris says:

      @amfairbanksamfairbanks If you don’t know Angie, she is officially “The Most Fun Person I met at Blogworld” – http://bit.ly/rZPs4v

  3. rjacobs says:


    1. D.J. Paris says:

       @rjacobs  She’s okay, I guess…  🙂

  4. WhateverJo says:

    This is such a great story! Yay on you guys for taking that first leap.

    1. D.J. Paris says:

       @WhateverJo  Thanks Jo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (I hope it’s short for JoAnneMarie)

      1. WhateverJo says:

         @tfpHumorBlog  JoMama. Actually Joanne Michelle.  

        1. D.J. Paris says:

           @WhateverJo  Actually I would have found out after your portrait of me that you are painting with your signature in the corner.

  5. SrslyAmusing says:

    You sir, my hero. I like the cut of your jib. (Because how often do you get a chance to use nautical phrases like that?)
    I literally had to stifle laughter through reading this triumphant tale … and all the while feeling hopeful for my own future. The following passage resonated with me because I too am built this way:
    “Also our conversations were not that of surface.   I’m just not that way.   I talk about my insecurities, my fears, and I expect others to as well.   I push hard and deep.   It’s how I’m built.”
    I hope things continue to work well with Jessica and I look forward to following you in a non-creepy Internet way.

  6. SunnySays says:

    Perfect, again, not too unlike a fellow I know. You rock. Pretty family too.

    1. D.J. Paris says:

      @SunnySays  Being pretty is the most important thing in the world.

  7. D.J. Paris says:

    @SrslyAmusing  Thanks for the kind words!

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