First Date
The wind is blowing hard outside. She could feel her car swaying from side to side as she waited for the light to turn green. Though she wavered in her decision to meet her date for the first time, and it seemed, the strong gusts of wind were howling their disapproval, she hardened her mind and left her apartment.
Running late, she texted him, hoping he had somehow changed his mind. But his text read, No problem. I’m already here. I’ll wait. Damn! She gritted her teeth. Her hope diminished.
She parked her car on the street and was glad she hadn’t worn a dress. Her usually tidy hairstyle was wildly flying to the wind’s whim as she approached the doors of the museum.
Once inside, she instantly recognized him. He wore a bright blue jacket and standing by the café, he loomed over her tiny frame. She smiled and said hello. Hi, he replied, the corners of his mouth curving to show the world his dimples. I already bought us tickets to the exhibit. Her lips formed an oh, and she gracefully accepted the ticket he held in his fingers. You shouldn’t have. She said. And they left to view the images, paintings, 3-D sculptures, and cinematic puppets.
Sitting at the crowded café, she told him she didn’t like the exhibit. I’m kind of disappointed. He agreed and asked her if she wanted more coffee. Shaking her head, she asked him if he wanted to walk in the arbor outside. Look, the wind has stopped and the sun is out.
Walking next to him, she felt immensely small. Her neck craned to look up in conversation. Her vertical challenge was at that point, very apparent to her. They talked about things they enjoyed, places they wish they could visit, books they’ve read, music, and dating. He asked her how many other men she’d met through the dating service. Oh…she smiled serenely. Her eyes twinkled. She shook her head. He laughed. Okay, I won’t ask. She tilted her head and asked him how many dates he’s been on. Five or six, he answered, unhesitatingly, honestly. And she prodded him with questions and he talked. He talked, until he realized she hadn’t said much about herself. Let’s talk about you instead, he said. What do you want to know? She answered. If it’s within my ability to answer, I’ll gladly do so.
They sat on a bench for a long time, enjoying the glow of the sun and the quiet of the day. They chatted easily, but she decided to end their date. It’s getting late, I probably should head home, she told him. She smiled. It was nice meeting you, he said. Yes, same here. They walked back to the museum. Where did you park? He asked. Over there, she pointed to her car. Oh, I’m parked on the other side of the building.
As they neared her car, he waved goodbye and left. She stood watching him not looking back. She sighed a sigh of relief and entered her car. It was finally over.
Running late, she texted him, hoping he had somehow changed his mind. But his text read, No problem. I’m already here. I’ll wait. Damn! She gritted her teeth. Her hope diminished.
She parked her car on the street and was glad she hadn’t worn a dress. Her usually tidy hairstyle was wildly flying to the wind’s whim as she approached the doors of the museum.
Once inside, she instantly recognized him. He wore a bright blue jacket and standing by the café, he loomed over her tiny frame. She smiled and said hello. Hi, he replied, the corners of his mouth curving to show the world his dimples. I already bought us tickets to the exhibit. Her lips formed an oh, and she gracefully accepted the ticket he held in his fingers. You shouldn’t have. She said. And they left to view the images, paintings, 3-D sculptures, and cinematic puppets.
Sitting at the crowded café, she told him she didn’t like the exhibit. I’m kind of disappointed. He agreed and asked her if she wanted more coffee. Shaking her head, she asked him if he wanted to walk in the arbor outside. Look, the wind has stopped and the sun is out.
Walking next to him, she felt immensely small. Her neck craned to look up in conversation. Her vertical challenge was at that point, very apparent to her. They talked about things they enjoyed, places they wish they could visit, books they’ve read, music, and dating. He asked her how many other men she’d met through the dating service. Oh…she smiled serenely. Her eyes twinkled. She shook her head. He laughed. Okay, I won’t ask. She tilted her head and asked him how many dates he’s been on. Five or six, he answered, unhesitatingly, honestly. And she prodded him with questions and he talked. He talked, until he realized she hadn’t said much about herself. Let’s talk about you instead, he said. What do you want to know? She answered. If it’s within my ability to answer, I’ll gladly do so.
They sat on a bench for a long time, enjoying the glow of the sun and the quiet of the day. They chatted easily, but she decided to end their date. It’s getting late, I probably should head home, she told him. She smiled. It was nice meeting you, he said. Yes, same here. They walked back to the museum. Where did you park? He asked. Over there, she pointed to her car. Oh, I’m parked on the other side of the building.
As they neared her car, he waved goodbye and left. She stood watching him not looking back. She sighed a sigh of relief and entered her car. It was finally over.
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