My First Date

When I was a little girl, I always dreamed about how perfect my first date would be. I knew exactly what kind of close to where, and what kind of food I want to to eat. I would get my nails and makeup done at the salon, and have my older sister do my hair. I wanted to do something fun tonight play miniature golf, ride a go cart or take in a movie. One day thinking about all of this is I wanted to do something fun play miniature golf, wide a go cart or take in a movie. One day thinking about all of this I got kind of scared that my date was not going to be the fairytale that I always wanted. I invested hours into planning the night in my head and predicted how it would turn out. I wanted a perfect vision, but I did not see any of it.

I was seventeen years old when my mother finally allowed me to go out with a boy by myself. Even though I was excited, my heart was racing almost feel like it was going a hundred miles per hour. Even though I see this boy everyday in school, I get butterflies in my stomach everytime I see him.

My first date did not include the fancy, candle lit dinner or the man of my dreams, a bouquet of flowers in hand, picking me up from home. Nor did the date include an overly elaborate evening with dancing, exquisite chocolate desserts, or a horse and carriage ride home. Even though the date was not the enchanted fairy tale that I had imagined in my mind, it is still a night that I feel deep in my heart. On that night, I experienced for the first time, a roller coaster of emotions, from the moment we made eye contact, the heart of the date, to the ending of a once in a lifetime moment.

On the day of the date, I was tense with fear that the meeting would go horribly wrong. The afternoon sky consisted of massive grey clouds filled with fog. It seemed as though it was going to pour down acidic rain any second. I was in my new outfit that consisted of a navy blue t-shirt with raised white stitch lettering spelling out "Fitch", a pair of dark navy colored high waisted jeans that I had purchased from Charlotte Russe and my favorite pair of black leather boots that I bought from DSW. My hair was silky-smooth and bouncy like those shampoo models on TV, and my face glistened in the sun because I put way too much vaseline. I stood in the front of my living room window impatiently waiting for him to come pick me up, fiddling with my fingers waiting anxiously and nervously as a college student

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