Last night I told Preston, “you know our first date was right around this this time… 14 years ago. But, I can’t even remember what we did.”
Preston said, ” We went to Jared’s house, remember?”
“Oh yeah! We were gonna go to a movie, but they were all playing too late for my curfew.”
Then Preston said, “I held the pillow up in front of our faces and kissed you on his couch, remember?” Aw, yes, I do remember that.
But, I also remember thinking it took FOREVER for him to ask me on that first date!
From the time we first met until our first date, we had talked on the phone a lot. I would sit out on the porch of my parent’s house and talk to him, (it was freezing out there) always hoping he’d ask me on a date. But, instead, we would just make plans to hang out with our mutual friends. I started thinking maybe he just liked me as a friend.
Well, I mean, maybe he liked me a teensy bit more than a friend… I remember this one time very clearly, it was the infamous “Halloween Flood of 1998″. He and his friend drove all the way out to my parent’s house to hang out. And, that’s where we may have shared our first kiss. Next to his friend’s truck. Shhh. Don’t tell anyone we had our first kiss one month before our official first date.
Then, last night Preston told me, “we almost died that night, driving out to your parent’s house, the roads were flooded. That’s how much I liked you.”
Totally 14 years ago. Dang, we were young.
So tonight I think I may go stand on our front porch, shut the door and call Preston. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll ask me on a date. (: