First Impressions

PART ONE: LUKE

She looked at me like I was some sort of animal. I loved it. I mean, seriously. This chick was gorgeous, confident, and she looked like the kind of girl who wouldn't give me the time of day: Just my type. Yeah...she was pretty hot. Really hot. Super hot. Fine...she was steamin'. It was love at first sight. Silently, I thanked my lucky stars that Ella and Frank had set up that stupid blind date. I was nervous at first; I mean, who wouldn't be?! Blind dates were pretty sketchy. But, dude, was it worth it!

I didn't even know what to say at first, and I guess she noticed that I was staring, because she finally said something. She was all, "Um, you're Luke?" And I was all, "Mhmm, lucky you." I was pretty smooth. She must've been playing hard to get or something, because she didn't look all too impressed. Oh, wait! I should back up a little. I mean, these are just first impressions, right? This Krysta chick could be a cat loving, snot-nosed freak for all I knew! But, one, she was hot, and two, I was desperate.

So, we hopped in my car: A 70s Landyacht, also known as the chick magnet, the babe attractor, the...the...lady lurer! So we get in, right, and I turn on my radio. But suddenly, my mind went blank. I mean, this was important...what kind of music do you play at a moment like this? This was first impression music. This was important. I ended up putting my favorite song: Take On Me. Krysta must have been having a good time, because she bust out laughing. After that, a ton of my other favorite songs came on: Come On Eileen, True Colors, Sweet Caroline, even Never Say Never! Dude, I was on fire! This date was going even better than I expected! I bust out a few rad dance moves in the car, to show off my hardcore skills.

I took her to a surprise date location, and it was pretty fancy. I opened the car door for her, and I sort of ended up hitting my head with it....but she totally thought it was funny. She was obviously pretty impressed, because her jaw dropped when she realized we were at Burger King. So, we went in, and I realized I forgot my wallet at home. But, you know, whatever. Chicks love feminism, right?

The two of us sat down and ate. Good thing, too. I was starved. I was so hungry, in fact, that I hardly had time to make conversation with her. I was too busy stuffing my face. A man's gotta eat, right? So, yeah. We eat, and make conversation. We talked out the weather, and...yeah. Oh, I told her about what a sick basketball player I am! Yeah, and that story about how we won that hockey game! She doesn't like basketball. Or hockey.

So we're done eating, and we hop in the car. I'm driving her home, but she realizes she forgot her jacket. But, at this point, I'm exhausted, and she's an independent chick, so I told her she can get it on her own time. She didn't talk much after that.

 We get back to her place, and I decide to be all gentleman-y and walk her to the door. Krysta was still playing hard to get, because she didn't look too pleased with me. I know she liked me though. All the ladies want some of this. 

At her front door, I was about to kiss her, but I guess she didn't realize she was that lucky! She opened her door, and left me hanging. It was totally an accident though.

Yeah, the date went pretty well.