Today is the day! and here I sit in my normal school clothes stressed out about what exactly I'm going to wear and how later is going to go...I come from a real small town, all of us have grown up together since we were ten. So, obviously the boys I dated were boys I had known basically my whole life. Moving to college takes away that advantage. So here I sit, a year into my education and about to go on my first real date.
Here's what I know about this boy:
I know how old he is, where he currently lives, his eye color and his taste in music. I do not know his parents or his siblings. I have no idea where he's from or what his family is like at all. i don't know how he was in high school, or any other previous chapter in his life. I have no idea who exactly he is. But I guess there's only one way to find out. I am flying completely blind. This is all so new to me, I have no idea how to act honestly.
Time now: 111:44 a.m.
Six (6) hours before the date.
And now, here's the date synopsis:
We're going to a haunted house and I am already screaming because I am majorly spooked. BUT L I S T E N to this. Our destination is in his hometown, which I am approximately thirty minutes from, but he still offers to come get me. M A J O R bae points. So, we're in the car, we're having a great time just talking and laughing. Actually laughing, he's funny. This is going so much better than I thought. We get chic-fil-a (bae points pt 2) and then there are clowns with chainsaws all around me and I'm not so sure how I feel about this. Instinctively I wrap my arm around his in a panic, that turns into a m o m e n t. Where we both just stand there smiling at one another. Inside the house, the theme follows. Just your casual spooky date with me flirting probably a little harder than I should.
Now, the afterthoughts:
So I'm laying in my bed, smiling. Smiling because he was cute and sweet. Smiling because I had SO much fun and smiling because for the first time in my life, I just went on a date with basically a complete stranger and was not afraid to be myself, at all. It's odd how not knowing someone makes you feel like you can be yourself. There was no predisposition, he was either going to really like me, the actual me, or we wouldn't see each other again. I'm so proud of myself for putting myself out there and taking the chance to get to know a new person. I'm not head over heels in love, but I like a very cute, very sweet boy.
Moral of the story: get. out. there. because there is nothing stopping you from going on a dozen dates with a dozen cute boys.
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