The First Date
I’m 23 years old and I didn’t experience serious dating until a month ago. Not because I didn’t want to, I guess I’m just too picky. The guys that would ask me out weren’t exactly my type or didn’t hold up to my ridiculous standards and the guys I did like would rarely notice me. But it was for the best because the guys I liked didn’t fit those standards either.
So, on to Prince Charming who I’ll call Skippy Longfellow (the name because of his 6' stature and his nature to skip to me). I met Skippy in October of last year. I was working at a neighboring Starbucks because mine was being remodeled. I still remember that day, it was a Sunday. I had just finished a shift at my store and was sent to his store to help out. I walked in looking for the supervisor in charge who happened to be on her lunch break so she told me to ask Skippy what I should do. My heart sank. How on earth was I going to muster up the courage to speak to this beautiful creature without stuttering or turning tomato red? “Breathe” I told myself, “He probably has a girlfriend anyhow so just act casual”. I walked over to him, looked straight into his alluring green eyes and introduced myself. With a firm handshake he revealed a perfect smile and told me his name. I felt like at that moment it was just he and I, all the surroundings blurred around me. That’s the way it always felt with him.
I only worked with him two other times after that, both for very short periods of time. But I was tantalized. I had to know more, I had to have him. Over the course of the next two months, I playfully harassed some of his coworker’s in efforts to find out more about him. Luck was on my side when I befriended one of his closest friends. She told me everything I needed to know, “he’s a sweetheart, he’d never hurt a fly, and (most importantly to me) he’s single”. I’m not entirely sure what was said to him to convince him, but he finally sent me a text message one night mid January. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach when I read his name in the message. His message was work related, but I could sense there was a hidden agenda behind it and confirmed my suspicion 3 days later when I got him to ask me out. We texted on and off for a week until it was finally the Sunday of our date.
I made sure to pick my outfit ahead of time so that I could be as stress free as possible. I wore my tightest black jeans to highlight my strongest ASSet, an olive green top that exposed just the right amount, and a jean jacket to complete the ensemble. We were supposed to meet at 3pm that day but something came up that caused him to be late. He finally arrived in his little red car. Huge smile on his face, even bigger smile on mine. He wore a black Mario Bros T-Shirt and a red plaid flannel with jeans and some black Jordan’s. He smelled incredibly. We made small talk and proceeded to our destination. The plan was to have drinks and get to know each other. We talked about music and family amongst other topics but I could feel that our chemistry and compatibility was outstanding. It felt as though we had known each other for several lifetimes; like our souls had traveled together through many journeys and finally met up again that night.
After a couple of beers and a shot of tequila in my empty stomach, I became incredibly drunk. He brought back a second shot which I was unable to hold down. I threw it up right in front of him on that table. But he still stayed. I don’t remember much after that, I blacked out minutes after my incident. He later told me that we had our first kiss that night and took me to the exact spot at which I looked up at him and said “I’d really like to kiss you right now” and we did.
We saw each other almost every day for a month after that first date. It was magical, every day was a scene from a rom-com Nicholas Sparks type of movie. And then he broke up with me. So here I am, starting a blog in an effort to understand what went wrong and what I could’ve done or not done. He told me not to change but suggested that we needed to find ourselves. So this here is my first step. Letting the cyber world know the thoughts that enter my head in an effort to better understand myself and the things that drive me to madness or happiness. Welcome to my brain. Welcome to my mind.