Up until the very second upon reading this line right here, you probably thought I was a big Star Wars fan. I must admit, I'm not. However, I am a very big fan of the guy I'm lucky enough to call my boyfriend (Kyle), so his crazed love of Star Wars became something I quite enjoy now too.
It all began when "The Force Awakens" premiered last year. I first met Kyle just one month before the premiere. We had hung out just a few times before I found myself making the six-hour drive from my place to his hometown. First stop? His place, so we could go on this Star Wars date!
I was EXTREMELY nervous. This was my first date with the guy! And we had only hung out like seriously three times before this. What if I didn't look cute enough? What if he tried to hold my hand and it was sweaty? What if he found out I had NO idea what was going on in this movie? And worst of all (to me at least), what if we actually managed to run into people he knew? How do you explain to your friends that you're going on a date with a girl you just met, but she lives six hours away, but she drove down for a Star Wars date, and you haven't even known each other long enough for him to even entertain the thought of bringing your name up to his friends.
**FUN FACT** We went to the movie with his friends, one of those being his best friend of all time. Don't remember if I was more nervous about seeing Kyle, or meeting the friend... Hmmm...
**EVEN FUNNER FACT** We went to a movie theater 30 minutes away from his hometown, and who did we run into? His ex. Pretty newly ex. Ahhhh the fun times had by all.
So there we were. We sat in the theater as I pulled countless goodies out of my purse like a modern-day Mary Poppins. It was the usual: Snow Caps, sour gummy worms, Sour Patch Kids. Then, because that night we were feeling extra extra, we'd managed to sneak a whole Taco Bell meal in, courtesy of my magical purse (super proud of that one).
Before the movie started, my sweet Kyle said the extremely NON-magical words. "Let's take a picture." So there he was, being extremely cute, and there I was, being extremely nervous. Observe.
And so it began, 2 hours and 15 minutes of everyone around me fully tuned in to this awesome (yes, now that I've gotten more into Star Wars I do stand by the description awesome) movie, and I'm just freaking out the entire time that I'm holding this guy's hand. I know. Cheesy. But guys. I really like this one. I mean look at him. He's adorable. After that I guess you could say the rest is history.
That brings us to today, one year later. Over the summer, Kyle and I watched the entire series, with LOTS of his commentary (can't promise you I know what happens 47 minutes into "The Empire Strikes Back," but I do know a lot more than I did the last time I had watched a Star Wars movie! Over 10 years ago...)
Well since then we've talked a lot about the legendary day that "Rogue One" comes out, and it's finally here!! I asked off work for this, you guys. I know he's been insanely excited to see what "Rogue One" has in store, but I've been insanely excited just to hold his hand for another couple hours as I sit beside him and watch him stare on with childlike wonder at this movie! Again. So cheesy. But so true.
I've got my big purse, and our goodies all packed up and ready to go. It may not be the premiere, but it's a Star Wars date with my most special man. Call me nostalgic. Call me slightly crazed. But I can't help but just get this extreme excitement in "re-living" our first date (minus the ex sighting of course).
I don't know... maybe it's crazy because I think about how far we've come in this year. Maybe it's crazy because I think about how far we'll have come if we're holding hands watching Episode VIII in theaters next year!
I've sat here for quite some time trying to figure out some quote from Star Wars that I could cleverly twist into fitting into this exciting situation, but I can't think of one, and I'm afraid that it would just leave most of you cringing. So I'll just end by saying yay for Kyle, and yay for Star Wars! (But most of all, yay to my giant purse for letting us sneak in countless snacks, and sometimes entire Taco Bell meals.)
