It was about time; I needed to go on a date. After spending a week surrounded by love-sick canoodling in Madrid, I decided I deserved a little lovin’ myself. I mean, why can’t I be swept off my feet by that can’t eat, can’t sleep kind of feeling that leaves a grin as wide as the Sahara Desert on my face and a twinkle in my eyes as bright as the full moon reflecting off the Mediterranean Sea? I understand that timing is everything, but my dad raised me to fight for what I want, not to sit passively.
So, I made a few calls yesterday and set up a date for this evening (22.11.10) after my Arabic class. I quickly dropped my school teacher look and put on my go-get’em shoes after changing into my favorite purple shirt and fixing my hair. I had butterflies in my stomach as I put on the finishing touches; I had forgotten what it was like to try to feel pretty for a special occasion and to know that no matter what I was not going to disappoint.
And then the moment came. It was just the two of us under the moonlight. I breathed the moment in deeply, but still lost my breath. It had been too long. Before now, I was not sure I would ever have this feeling again, although I had been dreaming of this for months now. It felt so good to be alone together, away from the honking horns, piercing stares, and nagging students. This was my time and nothing could steal my happiness.
Oh, you want to know who the lucky fellow is?!?! Ha. Yeah right a boy can sweep me off my feet like this! All of this romance is about my hour of shooting hoops at a local high school, just me and my basketball. Sure, I was a little rusty at first since it has been nearly a year since our last date, but damn it sure felt good to sink buckets again. I left happier than I have been in a long time. I am not sure why I forgot or what took me so long, but I finally remembered my first love.
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