First Love… All Over Again
He was in a frenzy. There was so much to do. She was coming over for the first time and he wanted it to be perfect. Even after the maids had finished cleaning, he went over every inch of his house to check if everything was in order. He put the CDs he wanted her to hear in the player, and tossed a fresh sheet over the mattresses. He felt like a teenager eager to show off his niceness to his first girlfriend.
The beer went into the fridge and the flowers in a vase. The house looked spic and span. He’d already spoken to all his friends and other expected callers so that they would not disturb when he was with her.
He loved her. He loved her beyond words could explain. He couldn’t explain it to himself. This tingling and excitement he felt each time he saw her. The anticipation he experienced when he was about to call or hold her. It wasn’t like he had never had a woman before. But this time, it just felt so different…
She scratched her chin as she looked into her wardrobe. Casual or chic? Sexy or simple? She didn’t want to give him wrong impressions. She didn’t want him to not notice her looks either.
She dove into the bottom shelf and came up with a dress. Not too striking, not too plain. She could be herself, and she could test what he thought. Hmm. Good idea.
“Hey I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Cool, I’ll be waiting.”
“See you baby.”
Gosh, she felt so special. His words and his charm blew her away.
It was true that she had not planned any of this. But she also knew that she was not completely helpless either. She had known he wanted to approach her. She could have turned him away. But she hadn’t. She didn’t want to. Why… she did not know. Maybe because she thought he was honest, responsible and caring. Maybe because she imagined she could like him. Maybe she’d found a person who wouldn’t hurt or disappoint her.
“Hiiii… I’m here”
“I’ll be down in a moment.”
She walked to him. He looked at her. They smiled.
Sometimes life was just perfect.
And sometimes it got even better than that.