Oct 29th 2014

So...

First Date:

About half way through dinner, I was beginning to think I had made a bad choice. Sure he was cute, but there was no zip. I was bored, to be honest.

The food was fine, it was a nice restaurant, but the conversation was superficial and predictable.

I excused myself to go to the little girls’ room.

I stood at the mirror debating weather or not to go back out, or to call up by friend to get her to call me back with some made up emergency.

The moment she left the table, I was able to exhale.  She made me so nervous I could barely speak. Worst first date I had ever been on. She’s beautiful, but the way she looks at me… I’m sure she isn’t interested in me at all. She sure isn’t interested in anything I have to say.

She gives me these looks, as thought I’m a boring idiot with nothing worth saying. I have a lot to say, but I get the feeling that she’s judging my every word, my every move.

Maybe she just won’t come back, maybe she’ll just skip out.

I decide to do the right thing. I take one last look in the mirror, fix my hair and head back to the table.

Oh crap, she’s coming back. Take a deep breath Jimmy…

I take my seat next to him and clear my throat. I look him straight in the eyes. “Listen”, I smile, “I’ve had a really nice time”.

I wasn’t lying. It had been nice. Boring, but nice.

“I just don’t think that we’re really hitting if off… do you?”

Well, I can’t say I didn’t see it coming.

“Ya, I was feeling the same.” I could also feel the weight lift from my shoulders as the words left my mouth. “It was really great to meet you, Tiffany.”

His smile seemed very sweet and genuine. He certainly had his charms. I smiled back, relieved that he also felt the same way.

Her smile can certainly light up a room. “So, no desert then?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. His comment caught me off guard.

Her laugh was intoxicating.

“No,” I replied “no desert.”

I watched him as he called for the bill. It was easy to see why I had been drawn to him in the first place. It’s a shame the date didn’t go better, to bad things didn’t click.

We walked together out of the restaurant and as I held the door for her, we noticed that it had begun to rain… heavily. 

I couldn’t believe that this date could get any worse, but it was now pouring and his car was parked about a block away. “Crap” I swore, “I guess we’ll have to make a run for it.”

I didn’t want her to have to get soaked. “I can get the car, you wait here.”

That was sweet of him, and his eyes were so kind. I nodded. “Thanks,” and he was gone. Running, the rain pelting down at him from above, the puddle splashing up form below.

He looked good from behind, I’m not going to lie. His dress shirt, now wet, clung to his shoulders. Really sweet of him to go get the car, in the rain, for someone who, basically just bailed on the first date.

Soaking, beyond wet, I think my bones are floating, but I suppose its a fitting end to a date as bad at that one. The car fogged up as soon as I got in, so I had to put the fans on high. Still can't see too well through the windshield.

But I saw her from a block away. There was just something about her, an air of elegance, quiet beauty. The date may not have gone well, but I was glad I had met her.

He pulled up, and I jumped into the passenger seat. He was soaked.

When she jumped into the car, she looked so adorable. She hadn’t been in the rain all that long, but it had soaked her pretty good.  I reached for some extra napkins in the glove box and handed her a stack. She laughed again. Mesmerizing.

“Ha ha” I took the stack of napkins, and patted my face dry with a few, but handed him back the rest “you need these more than I do.”

She was pretty cute, sitting next to me in the warmth of the car, the cold rain outside.

He didn’t take the napkins, so, naturally I gently patted his face to dry it off.

Then she did the most unexpected thing, she began to dry my face.  I was dumbfounded, once again at a loss for works. My hand went to meet hers and I held her hand as she continues to dry my face.

It felt easy, comfortable, as though he needed me to reach out to him. Then he reached back to me and I found myself lost in the moment.

She stopped and we held a look.

His eyes looked right into my soul. I could feel him in my heart.

Before I knew exactly what I was doing, I found myself leaning towards her, and then…

He leaned towards me and before I knew what was happening…

We kissed, and it was magical.

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