Where we left off, I’d just gotten asked out by my friend. Technically it was her friend asking FOR her, but it’s the same thing, right? What occurred after can only be described as the most awkward experience someone as immature as me, with no experience with the opposite sex, could go through. Next to coming out of the toilet to accidently find myself in the girl’s change room; door on the other side of the room, and roughly ten nekkid women in between.
You might of thought that was a metaphor for something, but I just wanted the chance to say nekkid.
I’d started going out with Charlotte, if you could really call it that. Going out consisted of sitting next to each other awkwardly smiling and making small talk. Occasionally we held hands, but that was as far as it went.
Our first date we went and saw a movie, I can’t remember what. During the movie, I did the stupid thing, and leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear that I love her. I had no idea about the concept of love, and I still don’t really, but the fact I said it then was especially foolish. Sitting here looking back, I’m overcome with the urge to make my forehead repeatedly connect with my desk.
After the movie, I was incredibly nervous. I had no idea why, or what to do, or what to say. We stood in the hallway of the cinema looking at each other and being mildly awkward. We hugged, and after a while decided to go for a short walk. I don’t remember much after that; there was a brief holding of hands during the walk, a mobile phone going off that wasn’t ours even though no one was around (spooky), and nervous rambling about everything possible. Then her mother picked her up, and that was that. The end of my first date with Charlotte, and it was rather anticlimactic.
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