She stepped from my car, eyes darker than her face in the near absence of light, who's only source that might was the moon, full but obfuscated behind a cloud; despite this, they glittered. After the comment from the last date, I almost expected a kiss, but I was elated even in its absence. Her soft gentle curves are imprinted on my mind forever. The way that she slid over, while we sat looking over the near sleeping town, signaled to me that it was okay to touch her. I am not good with these signs, but since my hand was not removed from my arm, I think I can assume to have gotten that much correct. I told her that the date was the highlight of my week, but I had lied, for it would have been closer to the highlight of the season, nearly my year.
I am exhausted, and falling asleep. When we kiss, there shall be fireworks. I enjoy her company greatly and I am starting to understand the underlying reason for going slow.
After editing … I believe there is more to say. I do not like driving around a lot, but I see the appeal, it helps if there is a hot girl in the seat beside you. We walked to a local park to look at the wildlife and to feed it. I received my first through billionth mosquito bite of the year, mental note don't wear shorts in the woods, unless there is a breeze.
We swapped stories about our lives and the horrors of small town life. Took a tour of a small part of her hated town; the best part of a bad situation. A school with a negative energy footprint. A lookout spot to die for, or a make out spot of your dreams, provided that there are less people. But we got the less people the second time around. I was there until well after eleven at night.
After which I drove around the town in the wrong direction looking for a gas station, got lost, and texted for a gas station. She made me cookies p, they were mint chip. I like to think that she made them for me, as my favourite ice cream is mint chip. Sigh!
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