Girls face so many dilemmas.
Every step of getting ready for a date involves a choice. Which outfit?
Which shoes? How to I want to do
my hair? What music should I listen to
while I curl my hair? How do I want to
do my makeup? What purse do I want to take?
Should I take a coat or a sweater?
I can finally breathe when I’m ready and then all I have to
do is wait.
Will came to get me from my room a few minutes early this
time, which I didn’t mind at all. A few
minutes early is way better than a few late.
Late is never good, especially when you only live 30 seconds from each
other.
I love dates with Will because he never tells me where we
are going—it’s always a secret and I don’t know until we walk through the door
(or he asks me to help him find it, which has happened.)
Last night we returned to his hometown, Bellevue. It’s 25 minutes or so away from school and I
have been there several times before.
It’s a wonderful city and I enjoy every time we visit it.
Last night he picked Wild
Ginger, a restaurant with absolutely amazing Asian cuisine. I haven’t eaten duck since last May when I
graduated high school, and this duck was probably ten times better. Dates are normally great for conversation, but
once we had food in front of us we were dead silent until all of it was
gone. I can proudly say our plates were
completely clean. Will said, “That was
about a hundred times, probably more than that, better than Gwinn.”
However, before we received our food, we talked plenty. I asked him to tell me a story and he told me
several about pranks he pulled when he was a kid, and when he was in high
school. One of the stories started, “Well,
my friends and I kinda liked blowing things up.”
Not surprising for a boy, not at all….
I tried telling a few of my own, but I guess I wasn’t nearly
as troublesome. I was more mischievous
when I was a younger, but those were the stories I forget to tell. (I’ve locked my brother in the dog kennel, in
the basement storage room, and left him there.)
I was quite entertained listening to all of his though.
After the plates were cleared we shared a bowl of mango
sorbet (so good!). I was sorry to leave,
since I knew I would have to face cafeteria food again the next day.
On the way back to the car we stopped to warm up by a giant
outdoor fireplace. The sky was clear and
beautiful, reminding me of how clear it gets in Colorado. Suddenly I wanted it to be summer more than
anything but I suppose it will have to wait for now.
It took us a few times to figure out which level Will had
parked on in the parking garage, so that was fun since I’m not allowed to ride
the elevator. Normally I’m the one that
remembers for him but I had determinedly marched in the wrong direction at the
beginning of the night and once Will called me back to walk the other way I
forgot to check what level we were on.
We did find the car, eventually. (After walking onto 2 wrong levels.)
I couldn’t have asked for a better date night. I’ve of course edited out a few of the mushy
and romantic details, since I like keeping them to myself and smiling about
them later. I allowed myself to dance
crazily in the car on the way back to school, causing Will to laugh a lot, and
we sang a bunch of our favorite country songs.
I never found anything
that makes me feel like I do about you…
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