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Here’s a story of a young woman finally hitting home run with her date.
I can’t help but walk into my house and feel good for the first time since my first date with Gabriel. Gabriel is the real deal out of all the dates that I’ve had with other men. Not only that, but today’s also the day that I got my first kiss with him, and it set the fireworks to the sky. We’ve only been on several dates for about 6 months, but it felt like we’ve been together forever. He’s been so kind and patient with me that I was beginning to fall in love with him by date #6. It’s interesting because I’ve never reached that far with the other guys I’ve had dates with. If anything, I’ve never even been past my first date with any of them.
Over the years since my first date at 18 years old, I’ve gone on first dates and none of them went past that. I really thought that some of them I would have connections with, but when I contact them to hang out with them, even just for coffee, they would say that it would be better off if we didn’t see each other. However, I didn’t bother asking why, knowing that they had their reasons, and I didn’t want to know any of them. On the other hand, the other dates I would rather not even consider having coffee with: I felt that our personalities would clash, and they had some ideas that I didn’t even like. Like, this one guy, he thought that if I married him, he could support both of us as long as I gave up my career and be a “wife”. Whatever the hell that meant, I walked out on the date before it even finished. I mean, I don’t mind talking about marriage, as that’s a long-term thing, but to make me responsible for the house so I can be his housekeeper was a dealbreaker for me. Here’s the thing, though, I talked to Gabriel about marriage and he said to me that he’s for the idea of marriage, but instead of thinking about duties done at home, he told me that marriage is about an eternal partnership where we support each other, do things together but also trust each other to be independent. I love his idea of marriage, especially the thought of supporting each other.
Before Gabriel, there was Charlie, and I have to admit he was a sweetheart. He was really nice and chivalrous; opening the door for me, letting me sit first, and was super polite. The trouble was he talked about himself a lot of the time, not even asking me any questions to get to know me. If I had the chance to write a paper about him, it would be 20 pages long, that’s how much I know about him. Despite that, I wanted another date with him so I could give him another opportunity to get to know me, but alas, that didn’t happen because, and I quote, “you’re an enigma, and I can’t seem to read you.” I mean… all he did was talk about himself, so when will I have an opportunity to tell my story? Anyways, before Charlie there was Matthew, and he was a lot nicer, and he actually wanted to get to know me. The problem for him was my appearance; he didn’t like that I was chunky, and he told me at the end of the date that I should lay off the bread and lose weight. At least he was honest, but truthfully, I didn’t want to be told to lose weight on the first date. It was already bad enough that I needed to lose weight by my own family members. And before Matthew, there was Bryan, and he talked a lot. Nothing wrong with talking a lot, but our first date consisted of only talking and I wanted to eat my food before it got cold. At the end of the night, I had to take my full plate to go. It still came out delicious, but the magic was gone.
Out of all the first dates that I’ve gone on, the best first date that I ever went on was with Kelly; he was romantic, intelligent, patient, and very nice. We had such a good time during dinner, and we even considered a second date. I was so excited for it, and I even celebrated that I would finally go past first base with someone. I even liked the guy, but then everything crumbled to dust when I received his phone call. He told me that while we did have a great time at dinner and it was the best date he ever had, he plans on getting back with his girlfriend after they talked for a while. So, I was basically a rebound for him. It broke my heart, but I had to get over it. It was just a first date, a first date that could’ve been a potential second date, a relationship, and eventually marriage. I had to snap out of it and move forward. After all, there’s plenty of fish out in the sea, I guess.
I understand that I have my own flaws, and I’m not perfect. I’m chunky, I have some pimples on my face that come out whenever I’m nervous, I cry profusely and have screaming fits when I feel angry or hurt, and I overeat when I’m stressed out. There’s nothing perfect about me, and I’m not the prettiest woman on this planet, or in this universe, but at least I know what I’m good at and what my strengths are. I’m passionate, loving and caring, and I have a good sense of humor. Not the kind that hurts people, but the kind that makes people feel good. But I didn’t meet the right person to know more about myself.
Then, I met Gabriel, and I have to be honest, I was afraid to go out with him because of all the failed dates that I had before him. But in our first date, we had a blast; he had so many good jokes, awesome stories to share about his life, he even smiled while I shared my stories. It was that first date that I knew that he was the one. After that date, we had second dates, third dates, fourth dates, so on and so forth. Before we both know it, we developed a relationship and it’s been bliss so far. Every day with him feels refreshing and we talked about everything; goals, dreams, family, philosophy, and even achievements. I knew that he was the one I want to marry when I won an award at my job at the magazine for Best Column of the Year during our annual Christmas party, and he congratulated me. It made me cry tears of joy when he put together a celebration for my award. I’ve had academic awards during my college years, but not once have I been able to celebrate them. He’s the first person out of many that celebrated my win, and when he was announced the Best Sports Journalist for ESPN, I even celebrated for him the same way. I just know that we were meant for each other.
Even though we’ve been together for some time, I didn’t get my first kiss until tonight, and I couldn’t help but feel elated about it. I can’t help but dance around my apartment and feel like I’m on cloud nine. I don’t know if I waited so long for my first kiss, but it was worth the wait, especially when I felt a spark between us. It feels like I almost hit a home run, but it also feels like I’m stuck on third base with him. You know what, Michelle? Think about it: would you rather be stuck on third base before you hit a home run, or first base before you strike out? I’ll go with third base for $1000, thank you very much. As I sit on the couch watching TV, I think about how all of my first dates led me to Gabriel, and how fortunate I am to be with him: he doesn’t body shame me, he respects me, and he shares how much he likes me. I can’t help but blush at the thought. Should I ask him over, or should I wait until next week? I mean, he’s been over to my apartment a few times after date #4, so I don’t see an issue. Meh, I’ll wait until next week. Besides, I want to bask in the dream of being kissed for the first time. I just want to stay here, dreaming about our future together.
What was your first date like? Have you ever made it past your first date with anyone? Share in the comments down below.
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