Second date
October 7th, 2011
We went on our second date Thursday night. Our first date was in 1999. We went to the movies to see the first Star Wars prequel. That’s how I know how long ago it was.
What the hell took us so long? Well, we just fell out of touch. Life happens. I think I saw her a half-dozen times between our first date and our second date. I did my thing, she did hers. Our second date contained a lot of “catching up”.
In 1999, I was crazy about this girl. I just thought she was the cutest little thing I’d ever laid eyes upon. I still think she’s hot, even if she doesn’t think so herself. She confessed how she felt about her body and it made me sad yet oddly reassured. Because I feel the same way about myself and I guess just about everyone else. We can be really shitty to ourselves and those we claim we love, I guess.
That aside, I had a wonderful time with her Thursday night. We went for ice cream and sang karaoke. She sang two songs, one by Cyndi Lauper and the other by Fleetwood Mac. I sang “Somebody To Love” by Queen and tore the place down. I got crazy amount of love and dap from people. Strangers giving me a pound. I enjoyed myself. It wasn’t fair. I’m a professional singer. They didn’t know that, let them enjoy themselves.
When I got back to our table, she kissed me. And then we kissed some more. And then we went back to her place. . . and we kissed some more. And we listened to Queen and Frank Zappa. You know you got a keeper when you make out with a girl while listening to Frank Zappa and she’s the one who put it on!
It was sweet and teenage. No funny stuff. I didn’t even go to second base. I rubbed her tummy and gave her a foot massage. All warm cuddles and butterfly kisses. I left her place around 2 in the morning. Nothing unwholesome. I drove home happy as a clam. The beamingest boy in the whole wide world.
I don’t know when we’ll see each other again, but I know we will. Depends on her new work schedule, which she won’t get until next week. I’ll try to contain myself.
