Our next date was the following Tuesday, July 2nd. We went to the aquarium. You paid for my ticket, although you later confessed you barely had the money. I thought it was sweet. We walked around. I was terrified, per usual. I held onto your arm and you said “finally.” The aquarium was over fast, and so we went to your house for the first time. I met Buddy. You said he liked me. We took him to the dog park, and I watched you run with him and throw the ball and felt like I might be falling in love. On the drive back, you rolled down the window and got stung on the jaw by a bee. I felt so terrible, and I was shocked just how much I actually cared. We got you benadryl, and you told me you’d never taken it. I giggled and told you that you’d be asleep in no time. You told me you wouldn’t. I’m sure you remember the rest of that date all too well. Here is an excerpt from my spreadsheet from that day:
“i wish i could’ve stayed forever just in his arms and touching him. i kept just feeling his arms and his back. he's perfect. i told him i really like him and he asked why. i told him because he's different than other guys i’ve talked to, gentle and kind and he always makes me feel comfortable.”
We spent the 4th of July together. I got all cute just for you. I knew I loved you by then. It was so soon, it felt wrong to say anything. We cuddled all day. We watched fireworks and you drank beer, you got all cute and touchy. I fell even harder. You politely pretended you didn’t desperately want me to spend the night, but I did it anyways. That day you asked me to be your girlfriend. I was absolutely over the moon, and beyond in love.
Next, I met your family, which looking back was batshit insane but so right. We met at the zoo, and Remy gave me a hug the second she saw me. Again, I had this feeling that it would all work out. I knew even more how in love I was. We took your siblings to the Museum of Nature and Science, although I think we had more fun than they did. We touched every chance we got. After, we took them to the Children’s Museum. That time, they definitely had just as much fun as us. Watching you be so sweet with them only solidified how I’d already been feeling.
After, we went up to Boulder. We got lunch and Remy sat on my side. I couldn’t eat, I was so terrified to meet your parents. We all drove to your parents’ house, and I met you outside. You walked me in and introduced me. Your dad shook my hand, and your mom hugged me. She commented that I didn’t hug her very tight. Your mom interrogated me while you stood behind them, quietly watching me. I answered every question. I remember thinking that I’d fit in well with your family, if they’d have me. You were so quiet, I wondered if I was doing something wrong. Your mom hugged me on the way out, and I hugged her tighter that time.
On the drive back to your place, you texted me that you were worried I was too good for you. I decided then and there to tell you I loved you when I got to your house. I was shaking and terrified, my face was red. We talked. Laying in your bed, I spat it out. I love you. You giggled and told me you knew what I was going to say. I hit you.
The story
of us.
We met June 27th on Tinder and hit it off immediately. I thought you were cute, albeit a fuckboy, but it was worth a try. We chatted and called almost immediately. You spoke to me in a way I wasn’t used to, like I was an equal, someone you were interested to learn more about. I couldn’t wait to know you.
We met in person the next day, June 28th, at The Church nightclub in Denver. I brought my friend Seth, and you brought your friend Timothy. I wore a mesh top, a black skirt, and black converse with fishnets. You wore a tank top, a button up short sleeve (which you lost in the club that night), and jeans. I was shaking when I saw you, and tried so hard to pretend I wasn’t terrified. You told me I looked “amazing.” We talked, and talked, and talked, and danced. You held my hips and my waist and I felt dizzy. When my parking was up, we went back to my car and I could’ve sworn you were going to kiss me, but you didn’t. You told me on the drive home that you regretted it. I smiled the entire drive back.