The First Date

We last left our story when Nathan had first gotten my number...

*swirly dream clouds appear, within the haze you see me standing in the distance holding my phone*

"Oh, why yes I would love to go on a date with you!...friday night?. ..  yeah that sounds great.. . . see ya then . . . "

Friday Night

party night

The time is 7:00, one half of an hour before handsome man will be to pick me up. I frantically run through my apartment screaming at my roommates, hands flailing in the air.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! He's coming!!! He's coming!!!!

I experience a variety of similar symptoms that occurred when I first met this man.

Sweaty palms, dry mouth, dizzy head, weak knees, butterflies within stomach.

I am a mess.

But a good looking one. 

I just spent three hours on my hair after all. Duh. 

I pace the kitchen over and over again, complaining about how I will probably vomit out of nervousness.

*knock knock*

Heart stops.

I reach for door knob, my hands shaking. Am I even physically capable of opening the door knob at this point? Hands. stop. shaking.

ok! ha, got it! *opens door*

*faints* . . . . jk.

Handsome man and I walk out to big old pick up truck, we then zoom down the street to Applebee's where we share in pleasant conversation and good food. Somehow I have managed not to throw up yet, my nervous symptoms seem to have died down enough where I am able to form full sentences. 

After dinner we roll on down to play pool at the local bowling alley. I beat him. 

Thus far it has been a good date, however I had not yet been overly impressed, but rather just floating on air because he was so darn cute. 

THEN.

We go and purchase a tub of ice cream and drive out to a farm on the east side of down. We roll down a dirt farm road and back the truck up to face the city lights. We pull the tailgate down and sit side by side, nestling closer to each other due to the combined cold-ness of the ice cream along with the 50 degree june evening weather. Nathan goes into the back of his truck and pulls out a big quilt and wraps it around the both of us.

*butterflies erupt in stomach* ahhhhhhh we are sitting so close to each other!!! this is practically cuddling!!! I think to myself.

As we eat our ice cream, shiver, snuggle and crack jokes with each other I suddenly realize that I am quite at ease with this boy. I enjoy his company. He is making me laugh, and what else is that he enjoy the same types of things that I do. He is simple, a little shy, but also sweet.

Midnight rolls around and right before our carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin he drops me off at home.

I nestle under my covers that night with a smile. 

Thinking silently to myself that, that was simply the best first date I have ever been on. Praying that he will ask me out again.

Actual excerpt from my journal:

6/15/12

. . . I didn't want the night to end! Oh man he is sooo cute. It is killing me. Like honestly. I hope he asks me out again. I really, really want him to. Nathan Hartshorn please ask me out again. I think you're a cutie. . . 

Something tells me that I'm into something gooood. Woot woot.