4th of July

I planned what I thought would be an amazing first date. It was the 4th of July and she had put off a family function to spend the evening with me. I ordered a cheese platter from a deli. I searched multiple liquor stores for her favorite bottle of wine. I went to multiple stores looking for a picnic basket for all the goodies. Tonight was going to be something special.

We met up at my place and we visited for a moment. Then she got in my car. I was so nervous. We made small talk as I drove her to our destination. The days leading up to it I had told a few of her friends my idea. Some liked it, others gave confusing advice that led me to second guess myself. But we would text a lot, and she told me she knew whatever I originally had planned would be great. So I followed my gut. I drove us up the mountains, somewhere we could sit and watch all the fireworks go off across the beautiful valley.

I laid out a blanket for us to sit on, a blanket that would be ruined by doing so. It would come back with too many thorns to hand pick out. We sat on the blanket, nervously picking at the cheese tray. As we sat there, other people would pass by. Girls would yell, "girl keep him" and "this is the cutest date I've ever seen." She told me it was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for. I felt amazing. She laughed when she heard how many liquor stores I went to to find her bottle. I'm not much of a wine person so she offered to open it. I laughed as two missionaries sat beside us, the thought of drinking next to them made me blush. As she tried to open the wine, she broke the wine opener. It would have to wait.

We sat and watched the fireworks. The ground was unforgiving and she could tell I wasn't comfortable, but I played it off. She slid close to me. My arm ended up around her. For a moment, I was literally and figuratively on top of the world.

After the fireworks stopped we decided to leave. We drove back to my place and spent another 30 minutes trying to get into the wine. When we finally did, it tasted so good! I'm not sure if the wine itself was so good, or if I was just lost in the moment. Everything was perfect. We talked some more, visited with my roommate, and had a lovely evening. When it was time to go I walked her to her car.

I knew I wasn't going to kiss her. I didn't want to come on too strong. We said our goodbyes and we hugged. I tried to let go of the hug a couple times, but she held on. When we did start to separate, she kissed me. It was the most amazing first kiss. You know on cartoons when the character has hearts flying around their head, their eyes are exploding, and their heart bursts from their chest? That was me.

It could only get better...

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