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Our First Date.

February 6, 2013
There’s something romantic about a first date. One is not knowing if it is even a date or not. It feels like one, that’s all I know, and that makes it count to me. But what about to him? What if it’s not a date to him, and we are merely just getting to know each other because that’s what he wants? How do I know what he wants? I only know what I want. We went skating. We went skating and I loved it. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. It was the first, first date I’ve ever been on where I knew that I could be exactly who I am, and that would be enough for him. I didn’t feel like I had to impress him, or to hide my laughter, or hide my klutziness because it’s embarrassing, and I am embarrassing sometimes. I didn’t have to hide who I am because he let me be me. He didn’t care that I fell, or that I sucked at playing hockey, or that I have an embarrassing laugh, or that I like to talk a lot. He didn’t care about any of that. And he still seemed to enjoy himself. Lucky me. I didn’t care about that stuff either, because I was so focused on him. So focused on getting to know the kind of person he is. So focused on his smile, and his voice, that everything else going on around us didn’t effect me. It didn’t waver my thoughts, or how I was beginning to feel about him. Nothing changed. And I like that. He was a perfect gentleman. I think a lot of guys miss that factor these days. But not him. He was wonderful. He is wonderful. Have you ever met someone that you could talk to for hours and never run out of anything to say? Have you ever talked to someone who seemed genuinely interested in everything you had to say? He did that. He was that experience for me. I kept the broken puck as a momento to our first date. As a memory. Because I had the best time with him

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