Flutters

There is something about a first date that is unlike any other date you'll ever go on... the anticipation of the day, the mad rush to fix your hair even though you gave yourself almost two hours to get ready... As I sat on a barstool waiting for G, so many things were running through my head. Would he overlook my chubbiness because of my spectacular cleavage? Would we be able to talk as easily in person as we did online and on the phone? Would he be as cute as he was in his pictures?

Luckily, the answer to all of these was yes. We had an amazing dinner, during which we shared an app that D would NEVER have tried, and ended it with a piece of red velvet cake and jasmine tea. We talked about everything from family to work and everything in between. At one point, live music started up and dubious renditions of Jimmy Buffet classics provided a soundtrack to the meal. We never stopped talking and before I knew it, it was 10:30. I had an early day, so we slowly made our way out to the parking lot. We stopped to admire the koi pond and he slipped an arm around my shoulders. I knew I was going to kiss him--I had stared at his lips for too long during dinner to not do so. As I leaned against the car and smiled up at him, I realized that I hadn't had a first kiss in a very very very long time.

His was moviestar good--he laced his hands through my hair, and very slowly, softly, kissed me. I don't know if I melted into him or if he sank down into me but the next thing I knew, we were making out like we were sixteen and our parents were away for the weekend. We only came up for air when I heard some giggling behind us and I broke away as a group of 20 somethings tee heed past us. "One last kiss." I said to myself, just barely out loud, as I put my arms around his neck and pulled him back down. Five minutes later, we were both breathless, my knees felt weak, and we both backed away because there's only so much kissing you can take before the inevitable happens.

Afterwards, I giggled in my car as I drove home, fumbling for my phone to tell everyone that yes, it had gone very well.