It Felt Like The First Firstdate
When I saw that email in my inbox that day I was excited. I never thought it would go past from the odd comment on each others blog. But it had, and I was glad. Even then I didn’t think it would amount to anything. We shared a connection--a rapport--but that was it. It HAD to be it: Neither of us was the type of person to meet someone from the internet in the flesh for the purposes of romance. I tried to put the idea out of my mind. But still the emails came and went and we kept growing closer and sharing more and more of our souls. But then the time came. We both felt it. We couldn’t just leave all that unexplored. It was too good.
I didn’t want to be the one to risk losing what we had. We both knew I didn’t have the balls, so she took the risk and raised the issue. We need to meet. We can go into it with no preconceptions and no expectations, but we have to meet. If only to cross out that option.
So she proposed a time—Saturday 6pm—and I said yes.
And we met.
And it was the best firstdate ever.
So I’ll propose the next time, because I don’t want to risk losing what we had. This time I have the courage. You gave it to me tonight. You gave me more than I could have imagined. But I still want more...