The car slows to stop. I put it in park and stare down the building beside me. How I got to this point is a whole different story, but I will say it the gutsiest move of my dating career. Somehow I was just drunk enough to go over to the most attractive girl in the bar, while she was being flirted with. I rub the remnants of the black eye that I received after you agreed to it. I flip off my lights and turn my attention to the stereo in my car. It sounds weird, but every since I unexpectedly lost my virginity, I have always sat in front of my date's house and listened to the song that I lost my virginity to. A weird concept I know, but it's a ritual I came up with to wish me luck.
I listen as the final chords play, and the song wraps up. I sit in silence for a minute before mustering up enough courage to get off my ass and go to your front door. I approach your door, take a deep breath, and knock. I wait for what seems like an hour, but in reality, it's only 10 minutes. As I look around, I see it, a doorbell, I facepalm hard and press it. Then I take a step back and wait.
The door opens, and your figure enters my eyesight. A tiny 5'6 woman appears wearing the sexiest red dress that I have ever seen. It tightly hugs your 36C breasts, and it hugs your ass even more so than it does your breasts. Your feet are lined with a cross between knee-high sandals and heels. I work my eyes up from your feet, inspecting your glowing skin that pops out with your hazel eyes. Your auburn hair, as well as your lipstick, nearly matches the red in your dress.
"Wow!!" the only phrase that I can manage to make escape from my lips.
You shine a sexy smile and ask, "What do you think?"
I say the first thing that pops to my head, "Wow uhh... You look way better sober than a couple of days ago when I was drunk."
You burst out into laughter while you grab for your clutch. "Well, you're off to a great start so far," you fire back at me.
I open the screen door as you close the main door behind you and lock it. I wrap my arm around you and guide you back to my car, where I unlock it and open the door for you.
"Chivalry isn't dead after all," you smile.
I smile back and close the door once you get settled in your seat. I quickly walk around and enter the drivers' side door. I guide my key into the ignition and start it, then I pull out onto the road and start driving to our destination.
"So...." You start to say "where are we going to eat."
"It's a surprise," I respond.
"Ohh... I like surprises" you say
The drive to the restaurant is long and mostly silent, aside from a few different interstitial comments here and there after what seemed like an eternity, although it was only a half hour at most.
Finally, we arrive at our destination. You gasp as the restaurant I chose was some unnamed fancy chain place. We walk in and take our seats. It takes a bit for the conversation to take off, but once it does, we talk like we're old war buddies. The only break in communications comes when receiving our food and when we accidentally take a bite at the same time. The conversation covers every basis that both of us are interested in. It goes from hobbies to jokes, to funny stories, too... well you get the idea. We both are really into each other, and everyone around us starts to pick up on that. Eventually, though, after hours have passed, we finally decide to leave and take our party elsewhere.
We both reach for the black book that contains our check; our hands rest upon each other as our eyes meet. I don't know if you felt the same way, but it started to get hot and stuffy. Butterflies flew into my stomach. The warm sensation of your hand did things to me that I can't explain in words. It was hands down the best part of the night, and the night was far from over.
"Umm.... you can let go. I got this." I confidently say to you
"Are you sure?" You ask, " I can throw down some money if you want me too."
"Oh stop it," I playfully scold you "A beautiful young lady like you should never pay on a date."
You blush, "ok fine. You win," you say as you quickly withdraw your hand from the situation.
I open the book and place my credit card into it. Then casually hand it to our waiter, who just happened to be walking by. We talk some more as I wait for my card to return to me, which it does within a timely manner.
"Are you ready to move this elsewhere?" I ask
"Totally," you start to say, "I suppose you aren't going to tell me our second destination?" you finish with a question.
"Nope!" I respond
We both then get up, and I reach out to grab your hand, which you take without hesitation. The warm unexplainable feeling I got previously returned as we walk back to my car. Again, I unlock the doors and open your door for you, which you graciously thank me for chivalry again. I get into my side again and start to drive you to our second destination. The drive to our second destination is way different than the first one. The conversation gates have opened, and words flood into the empty air as they travel to each other's ears. Before you know it, the car stops, you look up and realize we're at the local lake.
"oh wow" you exclaim "you are a total romantic, aren't you?" you end with a question.
"of course I am... Romantic is my middle name" I retort
you chuckle and say with a cheeky grin "Well Mr. Romantic, are you going to sit there or are you going to get the door for a beautiful woman such as myself."
"of course I am" I get out, circle the car to your side and open the door "M'Lady" I bow.
you giggle, "You're so funny!"
We walk towards a little hill overlooking the lake. You stop me for a moment so you can remove your footwear, as they were not intended for the amount of walking that we were doing. Eventually, we reach our destination, and I surprise you with a blanket so we can sit down. We sit down and much like at the restaurant and in the car, our conversation never stops. Aside from the times, we got so enamored in the beauty of the moon against the lake.
Eventually, our conversation winds down after an hour or 2, which feels like 20 minutes to us. The stars fall upon the surface of the water and shine back in our faces. I stare back at you, enamored in your beauty.
You catch me staring at you and say, "Hello, what are you looking at?"
"Oh sorry," I apologize, "I was just so enamored in your beauty."
you blush, "aww, you're so sweet."
I smile, proud at myself, then I look down at the watch and suddenly storm up a crazy idea.
"Hey, you wanna do something crazy," I ask you.