I apologize in advance for any mistakes in this blog entry; I am writing this in a gentle post-date haze at 3am. I want to capture this feeling - because if I let it go it may never return.
This is the story of the most amazing date ever, the type that you read about in books or watch in movies.
I met the girl first in line for the cafeteria; undoubtedly if she hadn't mentioned that she was in my house during the line I wouldn't have talked to her. If I had gone to dinner at my appointed time, or with a friend, I also wouldn't have talked to her. By a strange coincidence, perhaps, I started talking to the girl, we exchanged number a couple of chance meetings later, and then watched a movie with a group of friends last night.
To be honest, readers, I was first put on guard - the girl was extraordinarily vivacious, lively and talkative, and seemed, to me, to be amazingly confident around people. At the same time I was aware how easy it could be for a girl like that to manipulate - and by the several guys following her around doting on her I was all to aware of the trap I could fall into.
It was by strange chance that I ended up watching movies with her - the movies I planned to watch with my friends that night were EXACTLY THE SAME as those she planned to watch with her friends - Mean Girls and the Lion King. We joined up our movies, and in the course of the night, went from sitting side by side to cuddling up together.
That brings us to tonight
I meet her at the beach, with a few of her friends. The girl is amazing - she is half french, half american - she would run up to chat to some wave-boarders to try their boards, and have the amazing ability to get them to instantly like her. We left her friends, and walked along the beach together, trying to wade to a rock as the sun was setting below the horizon. The sand was grey-black, the deep green pine forests on one side and the gentle sea on the other. We talked about finding a spot that one could be at peace in - and decided a swing-set was perfect. After saying goodbye to her friends, we decided to try and walk to the Japanese gardens - and found a swing attached to a tree, magically. We sat on the swing, she taught me to swing dance and ballroom dance. We tried to break into the Japanese gardens, gave up, found a rose garden where we re-enacted a scene from Hercules and the Sound of Music - complete with harmonizing duet. We named the stars and found satellites, we chased insects and danced around til we fell exhausted on the ground, before making our way back to her place, stopping to see skeletons of whales.
As we talked and joked, I gradually found myself learning more about her - realizing that under the shell of toughness and confidence she was just as scared and shy as anyone, including me. And as we lay in the dark in her room, after watching Mean Girls, and a night-time of sharing our favorite songs, I felt amazing, and sad.
This is the story of the most amazing date ever, the type that you read about in books or watch in movies.
I met the girl first in line for the cafeteria; undoubtedly if she hadn't mentioned that she was in my house during the line I wouldn't have talked to her. If I had gone to dinner at my appointed time, or with a friend, I also wouldn't have talked to her. By a strange coincidence, perhaps, I started talking to the girl, we exchanged number a couple of chance meetings later, and then watched a movie with a group of friends last night.
To be honest, readers, I was first put on guard - the girl was extraordinarily vivacious, lively and talkative, and seemed, to me, to be amazingly confident around people. At the same time I was aware how easy it could be for a girl like that to manipulate - and by the several guys following her around doting on her I was all to aware of the trap I could fall into.
It was by strange chance that I ended up watching movies with her - the movies I planned to watch with my friends that night were EXACTLY THE SAME as those she planned to watch with her friends - Mean Girls and the Lion King. We joined up our movies, and in the course of the night, went from sitting side by side to cuddling up together.
That brings us to tonight
I meet her at the beach, with a few of her friends. The girl is amazing - she is half french, half american - she would run up to chat to some wave-boarders to try their boards, and have the amazing ability to get them to instantly like her. We left her friends, and walked along the beach together, trying to wade to a rock as the sun was setting below the horizon. The sand was grey-black, the deep green pine forests on one side and the gentle sea on the other. We talked about finding a spot that one could be at peace in - and decided a swing-set was perfect. After saying goodbye to her friends, we decided to try and walk to the Japanese gardens - and found a swing attached to a tree, magically. We sat on the swing, she taught me to swing dance and ballroom dance. We tried to break into the Japanese gardens, gave up, found a rose garden where we re-enacted a scene from Hercules and the Sound of Music - complete with harmonizing duet. We named the stars and found satellites, we chased insects and danced around til we fell exhausted on the ground, before making our way back to her place, stopping to see skeletons of whales.
As we talked and joked, I gradually found myself learning more about her - realizing that under the shell of toughness and confidence she was just as scared and shy as anyone, including me. And as we lay in the dark in her room, after watching Mean Girls, and a night-time of sharing our favorite songs, I felt amazing, and sad.
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