Date: Sun, 13 May 200703:18:06 (EST)
From: "Lorelai Gilmore" lgilmore68
Subject: third first date
To: "Rory" lgilmore
OK, first of all, get a non-Yale e-mail ASAP because you know you won't be able to have your Yale address forever.
That's not why I'm e-mailing, though. You said you wanted a report on the third first date and reports are written, not spoken, right? Really it's just that I want to call but it's late and I know you said to call any time, but I just talked to you last night (well, Friday night, you know what I mean) and I know you have to leave for New Jersey soon and I don't want to interrupt any sleep you might be getting.
Rory, the date was amazing. AMAZING amazing. And yes I know all-caps means yelling in e-mail etiquette, but that's how amazing it was. First, he totally noticed the jacket. It took him a second, but while we were driving to dinner he said "I thought you threw out everything from when we were together" and then I told him about the Luke boxes you made and kid, you know that man loves you like you're his own, but if there's any way Luke could love you more that did it. And I thought it was so sweet that he recognized a jacket from a date that happened two years ago. Wow, I can't believe our first first date was two years ago. More than two years ago now that I think about it. How is that possible? I mean, a lot has happened in those two years, but somehow it doesn't seem like it could really be that long ago.
OK, back to the date. He took me to Sniffy's, just like he did two years ago, and we sat at the same reserved table and Maize and Buddy came out just like last time and decided what to order for us and I swear I had to biggest case of déjà vu in my entire life. Then we just sat there all awkward like it was a first first date and he said he had something he wanted to show me. He took his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out this little piece of paper and handed it to me. Rory, he kept the horoscope. We broke up, I married another man and he kept that tiny piece of newspaper in his wallet. And then he said that the whole time we were apart, despite everything that happened, his feelings never changed and he's still all in and that the past year just made him realize that no matter what happens he will always love me. I could have just turned into a big puddle of Lorelai. But I didn't. Instead of grinning like an idiot and not saying anything like last time, I was actually able to speak. I'm not sure if what I said was completely in English, but I got the point across (I could have been much more succinct and gotten a "Ghost" reference in there by just saying "Ditto," but babbling is kind of my thing).
And then we just talked. We hadn't really been able to talk about little stuff since we were so focused on the big stuff when he came over, so we talked about April and how she's doing in New Mexico and that fancy science camp she's going to and we talked about you and your fancy reporter job and we talked about the diner and the Dragonfly and the town and everything. I forgot how much I missed talking to him about everything. Then I gorged myself on a huge chocolatey dessert while Luke finished his beer (did I forget to mention that we actually ate dinner somewhere in there?) and we came back here. Never in a million years did I think he would want to come back here after a date, the place that we remodeled together that I then lived in with your dad and Gigi, but he didn't even hesitate. He just pulled up into the driveway and followed me inside.
Stop shielding your eyes, I won't go any further with the report. Other than to say that I'm VERY happy right now.
I know that I said we were going to take it slow, but I feel the same way I felt about Luke the night I proposed. I thought it might take some time for me to be completely, 100 percent back to where I was that night, but it didn't. If he proposed right this second I'd say yes. Don't freak out—that doesn't mean he's going to or I'm going to anytime soon. I mean, I knew before, but now it's just so obvious. How I couldn't see that all the years before we dated and this entire past year I will never be able to figure out. But I'm going to let him be the one to propose this time. We both screwed up, but I married someone else, so I want to give him all the time he needs to realize this is it for me. He's given me every sign I need, so I can only do the same for him.
I should probably go to back to bed. Or maybe I'll go in the kitchen and eat some Pop Tarts. Either way, I should end this e-mail before it takes you an hour to read it. Call me after you read this and let me know how it is in New Jersey. Love ya babe.
