Date Night
I was standing in my room, staring at the contents of my closet and feeling a little foolish. All these clothes and nothing to wear. Rolling my eyes at myself, I pulled out a dress, then immediately put it back. My hand moved toward a purple top, but I pulled it back.
You're being absurd, Kirsten, a little voice nagged in my head. As if I didn't already know. Just because he's good looking, you've suddenly turned into a ridiculous little girl that can't decide what to wear.
Ha! Like you'd be any different in my situation. Oh my god, I'm arguing with myself. I'm going daffy. I always knew this day would come.
Finally making a decision, I pulled out an outfit and laid it out on the bed. I still had plenty of time to get ready so I went to take a shower.
Mathias arrived exactly at six. He'd brought flowers, which was touchingly traditional. Unless you count getting a corsage from my prom date, I'd never been given flowers by a guy before. And never from a guy like Mathias. My prom date was…actually, I'd rather not talk about it. Moving on.
After I'd put the flowers in a vase on the coffee table, we stepped outside together and I saw that Mathias had arrived on a motorcycle. When we got closer, it occurred to me that the bike seemed strangely familiar.
"Mathias, this isn't your father's bike is it?"
"It is. How'd you know that?"
"As a teenager, I wasted a lot of time on Youtube. And a lot of what I watched involved Dero singing to his motorcycle."
Mathias snorted and shook his head, seemingly amused.
"You have no idea what it was like growing up the son of Dero Goi."
"You're quite right. I really haven't."
"Anyway, Dad let me borrow her for the night."
"That was nice of him."
Mathias smiled slyly and mounted the Harley. He handed me a helmet as he pulled on his own. Suddenly feeling very glad that I had decided to wear pants rather than a skirt, I climbed on behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He told me to hold on tight as he started the engine and we took off down the street.
We went to dinner and a movie then to a bar for a nightcap. I just had a wine cooler, as beer has never been my thing. German beer may be better than American, but I just can't get past the fact that beer is essentially rotten grain. Gross. Mathias took me home then, and I invited him inside.
Discussing the finer points of the movie as we sat on my couch, we soon found ourselves sitting quite close together. I could smell his cologne, it wasn't particularly strong, but it was a pleasant musk that hung in the air. The conversation suddenly died when he pushed my hair back and ran his thumb over my jaw. Mathias had his father's brown eyes; I suddenly found myself captured by his gaze. For a few minutes, we just sat in silence, sizing each other up. Slowly, Mathias leaned in and pressed his lips gently against mine. It was a very chaste kiss, but it was somehow full of fireworks. I half expected a dramatic movie score to start playing in the background. The conversation started up again, but my hand now rested in his. He didn't leave until almost midnight, when he suddenly realized that he needed to return his father's bike. Otherwise, Dero and Valeria might get "ideas." We kissed again, just as chaste as the first time, and he left.
I considered calling my sister, she would love to hear all about what had happened, but I decided against it. Instead, I decided to sleep on it and figure out exactly how I felt about Mathias before calling Andrea. She'd nag me for delaying, but I wasn't sure what to tell her just yet.