"So, how many people have you been with?"
I tilt my head and laugh at her, trying to see if I can tell her the truth. I decide to be honest this time.
"I've had about three serious relationships before. If you want me to count the hook-ups, then that's a whole different story."
She squints her eyes, scrutinizing me.
"You know what, I like you. I know we've only known each other for less than a week, but I really do. If you want to tell me about those serious relationships, and why they ended, be my guest. If you want to marvel me with stories of your flings and fuck buddies, go ahead. Point is, I like you and I want to get to know you better. If you'll let me."
"Like going on dates and stuff?"
This time she is the one to laugh. She throws her head back in sincere, joyous laughter and I can't help but laugh along with her.
"Going on dates and stuff? What are you, five? But yeah, that is what I mean. That IS what I want."
It has been a while since I last went on a date. A serious date. I stare right through her ocean blue eyes and ever so slowly, nod my head.
"That would be great. I'll pick you up Friday around 8pm?"
When I finish speaking, I swear, the whole room lights up with her smile.
"Sure. I'll see you then."
She keeps it light, casual. But the way she smiles at me, and the way her touch lingers before leaving, is anything but. And the way my heart is beating - no, pounding - against my chest right now, I know things are never going to be just casual with this one.
Wow. I have a date.