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The First Date With My First Boyfriend

November 11, 2017

By Olivia CookPublished 6 years ago 6 min read
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I remember feeling like I couldn’t breathe as I pulled up to the house. White garage doors, big windows, and neutral tones decorated the exterior. His silver ‘95 Jeep Cherokee was parked in the driveway, recognizable to be his by the uniquely cracked windshield and glowing “N” magnet barely hanging off the back. It was only 5:30 but it was dark as midnight outside. I was bundled in many layers.

When he finally came out of the house, he was so handsome. I got out of the car to get an even better look. Curly hair peeked out from under the sides of his cap. His lips were chapped but masked by the incredible smile that spread across his face when our eyes met. They were blue, like mine, but ever-so-slightly darker. We both greeted each other while he hugged me tightly. He smelled like a combination of a cozy home and a pricey cologne. When I pulled back, I noticed his brows were somehow perfectly shaped and his dimples were as deep as the ocean.

We made small talk as we got into my car and took off. He was quieter than expected, which made me nervous that I was committed to him for a few hours. As he talked and I drove, I grew anxious. The last date I went on crashed and burned pretty badly, and left me in the blues for a couple of weeks. I tried to focus on the moment though, because I was with him and things were going well. He was good-looking, sweet, and clearly wanted to have as good of a time as I did. Plus, his voice was smooth and silky. I could have listened to him talk for days.

I lost my way to the restaurant. We parked, and when I got out, I began leading this poor young man with me in the wrong direction. Embarrassingly, I stopped in my tracks and blushed, admitting I didn’t fully know where the restaurant was. As my anxiety skyrocketed, he just laughed sweetly and shrugged his shoulders, signaling that he didn’t care, he just seemingly wanted to spend time with me. His smile was the purest and most perfect grin I’d ever seen with my own eyes. I waited for him to reach for my hand but he didn’t. That night, a Saturday, the restaurant was busy but not packed. We got a table and both ordered lemon water. I very rarely didn’t order a coca-cola but I wasn’t about to show my hot date that I enjoyed casually sipping back 74 grams of sugar with dinner. I had to make myself look like I paid decent attention to my dietary habits, which was only half a lie. His bulging arm muscles clearly stated that he loved fitness and I instantly regretted skipping the gym the day before.

He talked about his car, which was 18 years newer and 500 percent nicer than mine. He was the youngest of three, and had two pugs. His sister was a nurse; his brother worked at a custom door shop. We discussed him and his future career plans. He got his welding but changed his mind. He took his first year Bio, Chem, and English at Okanagan College to go into Human Kinetics but decided against it. He worked in landscaping and snow removal. Finally, he took his firefighting courses and worked on call for the Shuswap fire department. His dad was the fire chief. The boy was incredibly well rounded and I could tell he had a fantastic head on his shoulders.

We went to the arcade, my suggestion. We got tokens to play skee ball and air hockey. I talked an awfully big talk for someone who is absolutely terrible at air hockey, but I did destroy him at skee ball as planned. He looked a slight bit defeated, but he just laughed and we joked together. Though I was anxious and insecure about myself and my personality, I was so happy. I couldn’t fully tell if he was having a good time. He was really hard to read. I took the laughter and smiles as positive signs and I kept on with my bubbly personality. We couldn’t decide what to get with the tokens we won, so I kept the receipt and figured if we went out again, I’d use the points at a later time.

We tried to catch a movie but there was nothing playing when we showed up to the theater. Instead, we went for a short drive and I showed him campus and pointed out some things around the city. He seemed genuinely interested in my life and in my little tour. Secretly, I was so tired as I had slept horribly the previous night, so I made my way back up to his sister's house. I didn’t make it all the way up there, though. I had to stop and park the car up in Bachelor so we could keep talking. The conversation was good; he talked lots about cars and his experiences with them. He talked about the Jetta and the Acura, his Jeep, the Scion, and the Mustang. He was a total car guy, and I thought it was fairly interesting as I didn’t know anything about cars. He also talked a bit about his friends, Leigh, Austin, Cody, and Travis. They seemed like nice guys. He seemed like an even nicer guy.

When the time came to drop him off, it felt like parting with an old friend. We’d already made so many memories, and talked about so many things. I admired his smile, his laugh, the way he fixed his hat, and even his super-short fingernails, which I didn’t bring up at that time. He genuinely looked like he didn’t want to leave my car, but he knew I needed my sleep and it was fairly late for me. I didn’t know if I’d see him again, but I hoped so. We proceeded to both get out of the car. He wrapped his arms around me to hug me goodbye. I was sad to say goodnight to him. As we moved away from each other, I met my eyes to his and he pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were relaxed and soft, and I tried to loosen up, though I was incredibly nervous. The kiss felt real. It felt like the feeling you get when characters in a movie kiss — amplified to the maximum. He told me I was cute when I pulled away to hug him and giggled. I panicked, because it was good and I figured he could detect how inexperienced I was. I pecked him once more and said goodnight, and I proceeded to watch him head back into the side door of the house.

The whole drive home I daydreamed of him, our conversation, and the kiss. He asked me to text him when I got home safely, but when I opened my phone after parking at the house, He had already texted me to thank me for the amazing time he had and to compliment me on how beautiful I looked. I tossed and turned that night, thinking about seeing his face, feeling his presence and kissing his lips again.

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