First for Everything
It's hard to recall the first time for everything I've done. I couldn't tell you the first time I saw a bird, or the first time I drank a soda. But I know there was, because I know what they are. I can remember the first time I played volleyball. It was exhilarating, until I was smacked in the face with the ball and I realized being in the front row would not work for me. I remember the first time I met my teammates in my first year of high school, my first match, my first practice. It's all clear in my memory. (Though, I've heard many times from Asahi, my favorite psychology major, that memories change every time you recall them…But I don't know if I entirely believe that.)
One of the few firsts that I actually treasure was the first time Asahi and I went out on a date. If memories change with every recall, then this is one memory I never want to change. He was really nervous about it, even though it was going to be a small movie in a non-crowded theater. I wondered if he had even dated before. We walked together through town, talking about volleyball and anything else we could until we reached the theater. "You don't have to pay for me, Noya…"
"I got this, Asahi…You need to save your money for yourself." I grinned. "Maybe next time."
He sighed. "When is next time?"
I shrugged. "Whenever you want it to be. We haven't even gotten through the first date, Asahi. I'm glad you find me that interesting."
He blushed. "You said it first…"
"That I did." I laughed. "Next time."
I got our tickets, and something to snack on and drink, and helped choose our seats. The theater was relatively empty, though, there were a few elderly people sitting to the sides, but that made no difference to me. I was going to enjoy a movie with my adorably embarrassed boyfriend.