My First Date
"And so…… hypothetically speaking, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl?" asked an unusually timid Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
I was so shocked by the question that I involuntarily began sweating. I was nervous and uncomfortable, which was unusual for me. When I was around Rachel, I felt at ease and comfortable. I didn't have to try hard or guess what she was thinking. Or, my personal favorite, interpret some insane asinine metaphor. Rachel made it simple, she spoke her mind. Then I started thinking, if I did want to kiss a girl, I would want it to be Rachel. So what the heck?
I leaned in very cautiously and very slowly. Rachel did the same. Our lips met. I expected it to feel strange. I thought I would feel out of my comfort zone. Like flying into Zeus's territory, but it didn't. It felt natural, like I'd been there before. I tried to casually scoot closer to Rachel, but she sensed my movement. She didn't stop though. I leaned closer in hopes of deepening our kiss. "Our Kiss" I like that.
That was when she pulled out. I was a little startled, but managed to regain my composure. "How did the 'Stupid Guy' do?" I asked casually.
"Great," replied Rachel turning ever so slightly red. I smiled inwardly to myself, but somehow it showed on the outside. "What's got you so happy?" asked an equally giddy Rachel.
"Inside joke." I replied staring off into the sunset. "Do you want to go out with me?" the words erupted from my throat before I had time to register. All I could do was stare inquiringly at Rachel.