I
want to continue our story. I really don't think that anybody can
appreciate the extent of the situation if they don't know all the
details.
I'm picking up here, after the wedding of my sister to his brother. At this point I was 16 years old. He was 20 (almost 21). Five years doesn't seem like much, but at that age it is an eternity. We would stay up all night chatting on AOL instant messenger for the remainder of the summer. We planned a date for a couple weeks after the wedding.
July 31, 2002, he picked me up in his beat up Chevy Nova that his grandmother had given to him for his commute to and from his University. We went for dinner and afterwords we saw the movie Chicken Run. Romantic first date isn't it? It was perfect for us. I remember the warmth I felt in my stomach when he reached over and asked if I wanted to hold his hand. Of course I wanted to hold his hand. ;)
He did not kiss me on the first date. That came later. At the end of the night he asked if he could give me a hug. Um, yes I wanted a hug! Under the stars, in the desert town that I am from, on the side of the road where he parked to drop me off after our date, he wrapped his arms around me. I'm significantly shorter so my face was buried in his chest. He smelled amazing. I knew then that we were going to be together, aways. I liked it.
I'm picking up here, after the wedding of my sister to his brother. At this point I was 16 years old. He was 20 (almost 21). Five years doesn't seem like much, but at that age it is an eternity. We would stay up all night chatting on AOL instant messenger for the remainder of the summer. We planned a date for a couple weeks after the wedding.
July 31, 2002, he picked me up in his beat up Chevy Nova that his grandmother had given to him for his commute to and from his University. We went for dinner and afterwords we saw the movie Chicken Run. Romantic first date isn't it? It was perfect for us. I remember the warmth I felt in my stomach when he reached over and asked if I wanted to hold his hand. Of course I wanted to hold his hand. ;)
He did not kiss me on the first date. That came later. At the end of the night he asked if he could give me a hug. Um, yes I wanted a hug! Under the stars, in the desert town that I am from, on the side of the road where he parked to drop me off after our date, he wrapped his arms around me. I'm significantly shorter so my face was buried in his chest. He smelled amazing. I knew then that we were going to be together, aways. I liked it.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.