LOVE? I CAN'T RELATE

The First Date

︵‿︵‿୨ ♡ Entry 9 ♡ ୧‿︵‿︵

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This isn't what I expected... Sincerely, I'm a mouse who fell for a cheese trap! How could I be so naive? Why are we so blind when it comes to love and its treacherous, sneaky hints? I'll give the context first, of course. Though it would be better to now see me as this psychotic, love-deprived girl while reading my storytelling, because I wouldn't want you to think I'm not. Jokes aside, I am young and naive, so I never got to know better.

The "hangout" will take place on Saturday at 2:30 p.m. I got ready wearing an over-the-top dress and black boots, which I kind of regret wearing right now. I got in too much of a hurry and ripped my thumbnail, and it bruised ever so badly. That should've been a sign. My dad looked at me with disappointment when he saw my bleeding thumb, so I changed into an oversized shirt, cleaned up (a good decision, if I may add), and just went out with a little cash, my phone, and a 6 p.m. curfew. And there, at first sight, stood Jeremy who I never thought would stand there waiting for me. I was too nervous, so I just started walking and didn't greet him with a hug. He informed me that it was just him. I expected to see his friends, but I didn't mind. That should've also been the second sign...

We chatted about new changes in our lives and walked towards the mall, which is a long way from my house, while he performed unexpected acts of service like guiding me through the street and holding my hand while also keeping away from the side of the road. The physical tension we had, grew by the minute, which I fear was also unexpected because I felt like giving Jeremy the space he might've needed since I had affected him by our previous situation, but at the time, it didn't appear he wanted space but the opposite. Finally, we've arrived; I've greeted his friends and changed into fresh clothing that he lent me because I was pretty sweaty.

We all sat and talked for a bit, but it seems like they didn't really expect me to be there. There was a lack of hospitality. As if Jeremy didn't want his friends to notice me. But while we waited for his friends to eat, we continued to chat. It was fun and interesting, but soon after, Jeremy wanted to go to the arcade. So I did nothing but accept and join along. But I get that feeling of distance as soon as I notice that he is getting closer and his friends are getting farther. I questioned his intention. But I was too distracted by the arcade games and entertainment to worry about it. Just like every Wattpad girl's dream, I experienced the bare minimum. Kidding! I experienced a scenario that girls dream of on a date. But in this scenario, I never thought it would be one. Jeremy hinted that we should play the basketball hoop, and I eagerly agreed. He then invited me to join him, but I insisted his friends wanted to, they could, since guys always seem to like shooting; he said they wouldn't. which was fairly odd, but again, I ignored it and engaged. It was thrilling until he aimed wrong seeming purposeful and the ball almost went to my face, but his reflexes caught it. And oh my goodness. Did he, for example, read "How to Seduce a Hopeless Romantic?" I would never fall for-I did, unfortunately.

After we were done, we went to the table with prizes, and Jeremy told me to choose a price. I was excited I chose two cute popsicle stick markers. Because he actually did all the work in playing. I enjoyed the arcade, but soon after, his friends had to go. And I'm left with him. Which got me thinking more: What is this guy planning? Anyways, I wanted to drink, so we bought drinks and walked all the way back home. Which I won't go into too much detail about because there isn't much to explain when we were both just chatting, laughing, teasing, and enjoying the rest of the walk. I got home earlier than I expected, and of course he walked me all the way home. And we learned a lot from each other. I invited Jeremy in because I felt bad for him taking me home instead of leaving and offered him a glass of water and a place to rest. He stayed till his curfew and left, but hugged me goodbye, which got me feeling like the most butterfly-filled-stomach girl in the world. I no longer have that feeling as of now. But I do cherish that moment. I felt so flustered and embarrassed that I couldn't keep myself from smiling so much. It was our first ever date after knowing each other for more than 3 years. He really made me feel very special. And no, I didn't call it a date; we messaged shortly afterwards, and he mentioned it, and that day I felt so... in love. Again.

Knowing how this may end, it still didn't give me an option to give up. I can't help but stop the search. It's like a natural instinct for us humans to continue searching, striving, and yearning. How is it that we believe in our own better selves? I won't take it too deeply, but have you noticed it too? All around the world, we escape loneliness. and eating 'Ben & Jerrys' on a Saturday night, watching the entire Twilight Saga on repeat.

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