Romance Writing Competition

First Date

My first date wasn't exactly how I imagined it when I was twelve. I expected a perfect guy, with the perfect features, with the perfect personality, perfect everything.

During High School I thought I'd be just like my sister. Popular, beautiful, and every guy wanting to date her. I remember always seeing her going on dates with handsome boys. One night she even told me that the same would happen to me.

That wasn't the case though.

Instead I was a nineteen year old, in my third year of college, eating my third Twinkie, in a giant 'The Smiths' shirt that used to be owned by my dad, no pants, listening to the most cheesy romance songs I could find on Spotify, and online.

That was how my life came to. My high school consisted of sitting at the corner of cafeteria with my two friends. I wasn't popular, I wasn't pretty considering my pimple face and crooked teeth, and no guy would never even think about talking to me.

I'll be honest I was starting to become desperate to have a guy even like me. Even if it was tiny bit.

I was on twitter that night when I got a direct message.

@kevin182 : hey couldn't help but notice your pretty face. :)

It was cheesy and I was a sucker not to answer. Plus, he was cute looking from what I saw on his profile photo. He had blonde hair and a pair of honey smothered in chocolate eyes. His hair was cut short almost in a quiff. Never in my life would I have ever though someone like him would even talk to me.

I replied after that and we talked the whole night. Then we talked the next day. And the next day m. And the next day. We talked almost everyday.

You're probably thinking, the guy must be fake and he's just messing with you. I didn't want to believe that; I didn't want this be like those people in those episodes of catfish I always record on my tv.

I'm sorry for saying it, but he seemed just so real to me. He was kindhearted, stubborn, funny, and an all around amazing guy.

Then the time came. I asked the big question. I texted him that night, two years after having talked for the first time. I know, it's been a long time.

I had graduated from college that night and I was ready to finally go out into the world. I knew Kevin didn't live far from me, he lived in a city named Port Arthur while I lived in Houston an hour away from him. He'd already asked me a while back if we could meet, but each time I said no because I wanted to be at my best for him.

That was six months ago. I was now slimmer than I was before, my teeth were now straight from the braces, my face became smoother, and I had an ombré. I was ready to meet him.

Me: Hey

Kevin: something's wrong, what's up?

Me: How could you even tell?

Kevin: it's been two years since we started talking, I've taken notes.

Me: ...

Kevin: pretend that wasn't weird, and c'mon tell me!

Me: I want to meet you.

He took five minutes to respond. My heart was racing. My hands shook as I was about to type. He responded before I could take it back.

Kevin: when's your graduation?

Me: It's in two days...

Kevin: I'll be sure to be there.

One things for sure, I was freaking nervous those two days. I was clumsier than usual, I wasn't even allowed to hold my food when me and a few friends went out to eat. I couldn't even hold my phone, to be honest. Every time my phone rang I'd jump and snatch my phone hastily and sigh when I realize it's my mom. I was practically on edge those two days.