It was Saturday and the date was set to go the movies. It was about a quarter to six and I was ready to leave my house to go and pick her up. I left and started to drive to her house. I had general directions but wasn't exactly sure where the house was. I went down the main road and then got off on the street she told me to. I thought I was getting closer, but I still didn't know where I was going. At least I had asked for the address. You can always find your way if you know the address to anywhere because of the way towns are setup. The addresses were getting closer. I was going slower than the speed limit so that I could glance to the left and the right looking for anything that would hint to where I was set to get to.

I had made a few different turns and did a couple of backsteps returning to where I made my last mistake but where I knew I was close. After about 45 minutes of being lost I finally found it. Gosh, I didn't know what to think of myself. I had almost given up looking to go home and call to tell her I couldn't find her house. So should I be glad I found it, or upset that it was that much trouble? I look at the house to see if I could tell what I was getting myself into. Most peoples' houses reflect their attitude and status. I wasn't really getting much from this one. Everything seemed standard, not plain, but nice.

I sure was nervous walking from my car to the door. My first date ever. I was hoping I'd do everything right. The way things have gone in my life so far have always been surprises. Especially with me having this thing where I go and do things that seemed right in my head, but came out all wrong. Things that I wanted to be sweet would be sour. Every step on the cement that took me closer to the door meant one more step further from turning back. There really wasn't a way of backing out now. Plus, what if she was looking for me through the window and had already seen me get there.

How exciting, I moved closer to her door and had started to do something completely new. The wood door with the pretty stain-glass like window was right in front of me. Anxiety and Excitement flow through me. Up until now she had just been a picture to me. I had never met her. I had only spoken with her on the phone and seen one picture of her. It was a picture that is etched in my mind. The first moment I saw her in that picture I was astounded and baffled. Why was she interested in me? Hadn't she noticed anything unusual about me yet, since she must have observed me before. Funny that she noticed me, but I had never seen her. From the picture I saw she surely should have caught my eye, but must have slipped past, seeing is how I usually walk around paying more attention to the walls and floor than the people I pass.

There it was, the door that led to her. Should I knock or give a ring of the doorbell? I'm a knocker, but maybe her parents aren't fond of people who knock. Maybe they like a stand tall guy who is definitive and rings. You never get a second chance at making a first impression, and I certainly wanted to make the most of this. I didn't want this to be the moment where I knew I wouldn't be doing this again. I suppose if her parents are that particular about me knocking they'll just have to deal with it. I knock on the door to wait for my moment to hopefully shine.

Only a thin piece of wood protected me between either oblivion or heaven. Well here it goes, the door is opened and there a lady stands, only it wasn't her. An older sister? Maybe her mother. Either way I had to introduce myself. I stuck out my arm and submitted my hand for a handshake while I said hello and gave her my name. I was right, it was her mother. She was nice and chatted with me for a brief moment. Then a man appeared through a threshold on the right from another part of the house that appeared to be to the main living room. I waved at him and said hello and then once again offered my hand for another handshake. I did my best to give a firm, friendly handshake. As the three of us stood there we all made small talk.

Her mother had said earlier that she would be out in a minute, now she was beginning to wonder if she was almost ready. I guess it becomes uncomfortable when you stand there for too long and the people that are supposed to be the one's doing the talking aren't together and you're left to talk with someone that you're only there to present the two. Her mother goes and checks to see and returns promptly to give the signal that we all wouldn't be stuck there too much longer so that the three of us could get back to what we were supposed to be doing. I heard the tv in the background so they must have been watching a program before I interuppted.

Then from the hallway there she came. Breathtaking is as close of a word as it comes to describe that moment. She was dressed up, but yet casually dressed, which only made me feel embarassed and bad for how I was dressed. I must have looked like a slob. Not only that, but only then did I realize how I was dressed and how that affected how her parents had perceived me as being.

Her parents gave me those famous last words of be careful and bring her back in one piece or else. They then left the room and we were by ourselves until we were out of the door and on our way. We were on our way out, and now the door was shut behind us. As we walked over the cold cement of a chilly evening of a mild winter we made small chat on the way to my car. We both walked to the passenger side door. She was on that side to get in, and I was there to get the door for her. She was in and I made my way around the car to get in now. I started the car up and cranked up the heater to make sure she was warm enough. She said she was fine, but I could tell that she was chilled, so I did my best to get that car warm as fast as possible. It's funny how I could see she was shivering, but how she smiled and told me she was alright. It wasn't to be mistaken as that excited nervousness shake that sometimes grabs a hold of someone. Hopefully I wasn't shaking though, because I certainly wasn't cold.

We made our way to the show and I hurried somewhat so that we could make the showtime, but I really could have cared less if we would have just sat there all night. Just being with her right then was good enough for me. But as it was we got to the theater.

I parked the car and we were on our way inside. We got to the door and I had to take a few steps quicker so that I could open the door and hold it for her. We got to the ticket counter and I asked for two tickets and paid for them both. I got the ticket stubs ripped and I asked if we should stop to get any snacks. She politely turned down the offer and we made our way into the theater. We found seats that we agreed to and sat. I asked again if she was sure she didn't want anything like some popcorn, but she said no.

We talked some more to get some insight about each other up until the lights started to dim in the theater. Now it was time to sit back and take a break while we watched the movie. The movie seemed like a preamble to something, but not knowing what it was yet didn't matter.

The movie ended and we left and walked back into the much cooler night air where we reached my car and hurried to get in. I immediately turned the heat up all the way once again so that neither of us would catch more of the chill that surrounded us. I asked what we should do next, but neither of us seemed to know. It was my move and I had an idea in mind. A friend had called earlier and said that some of our friends were going to be getting together that night. I thought this would be a chance for her to meet some of my friends, and also take the burden off of us having to be by ourselves. Being around other people sometimes eases those questionable moments.

I drove us to my friends house where we arrived greeted warmly by my frineds. I introduced all of them. Then I introduced her. It kind of felt like I was showing her off. And I was proud to do so. At the same time it felt a little weird. We were all a bit hungry and could go for some food. We went through the grueling task of trying to decide on something. I had a brilliant idea of this getting some pizza from this fantastic pizza place. It was a great idea because most of us had put it in the back of our minds which made bringing it up so good.

We called the number but couldn't connect. That was a bit odd. So my friend and I took a drive. Only to our surprise when we got there the place was empty. We didn't know what could have happened. We went back to deliver the bad news. And not knowing what else to do we skipped the eating idea.

I glanced at the time to find out to my surprise that it was later than I had thought. I asked her if she was ready to go and she said it was okay. On our way back to her house it was quiet between the two of us. We had said a lot for just a short period of time, so it was okay to have this silence. We reached her house and sat in the car for a few moments finishing up anything that was left to be said for today and then it was over and she had gotten out of the car and I watched her return into her home. I sat there thinking for a moment and then backed up from her drive way and made my way. I wasn't sure where I was going to, but right now that was just fine with me.