A Night Out

Have you ever gotten excited that you feel sick to your stomach? Your stomach starts turning and you get butterflies, thinking you’ll get nauseous, feeling the need to puke. It almost feels unreal because the simplest things, like doing an assignment, or even getting excited by someone’s presence can cause this. One cool Saturday night, I was unaware of the excitement and the heavy amounts of butterflies I’d be feeling after simply one date.

Growing up you either stay with close bonds or create new ones. One person in particular I created a strong bond with. From freshman year to senior we were always super close, like a right and left kit-kat. He is a person that can make me laugh on any bad day. One day he asked me the question, the question most people wait for. The question that gets you so nervous, you’re smiling like an idiot. The question that possibly starts a whole relationship. I was so nervous I debated on saying no. I remember purposely not answering for a while because I was so busy doing backflips, more like my stomach was doing backflips. Most people for first dates go out to see sunsets or visit museums, if that were true we would all be more broke than we already are. The typical first date is going to the movies. A place of silence and wondering thoughts, whether it be if they are cold or if they want a refill on their popcorn.

On cloudy days, the days usually go slow, this day was different. I ripped apart my room, clothes thrown on the floor and sticking out from drawers. From the morning to seven o’ clock in the afternoon I went through three different outfits and thirty minutes before, I chose a final outfit. A striped orange and pink shirt, light blue ripped boyfriend jeans, and sandals. Then I began to think, ‘What if he wears something nice?’ I started pacing from room to room just waiting to leave. My hands began to sweat so bad it was like I dipped them in water, disgusting. At seven o’clock he got out of his car and walked up to the front door. Furthermore, I was caught by surprise that he knocked on the door. As I walked to open the door I got a smell of his cologne, it smelled fresh and not too strong. He ended up wearing white shoes, a light blue shirt, and dark shorts. I immediately thought, casual. When we were walking to the car I asked, ”Why would you knock on the door?” He simply said, “I was not going to make you walk to the car, who do you think I am.” As my feet were hitting against the floor and dirt flying everywhere while walking to the car he began to walk closer to me. I tried walking faster thinking we were late. I was waiting for him to walk around the car and wondered why he didn’t stop walking next to me. Just then, while my hand was reaching out for the door handle he quickly said,” Whoa! Whoa! What are you doing,” I stuttered and gave him a weird look. He proceeded to open the door for me. I felt like butterflies had over come me. It didn’t even cross my mind of him opening the door. I simply felt like Cinderella on the night of her ball being treated like a princess. On our way to the movies I caught myself talking really fast and getting jittery, I got so embarrassed I felt my skin get hot and sweaty. When we got to the movies he opened my door for me again, even after I tried to open it myself, he made me close it. At the movies, the smell of popcorn filled my nose. The sweet smells of candy and children running around filled my head. It was the little things that made me feel appreciated that night.

After the movies on our way to Target we talked about the movie, which was obvious small talk. Every time he made eye contact he would not hesitate to do so. On the other hand, I did, I would catch myself looking away or staring for too long. Every time he smiled he’d light up, his eyes would turn glossy every time he looked at me, and always made sure I was okay. The jittery expressions I made, tapping my fingers, trying to not make eye contact, and slurring my words ended up all being worth feeling embarrassed. Overall, after one night out and the ongoing butterflies throughout, I can say the night was the start of something not worth losing.

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