i was working at haggen, in the deli, and about two hours away from getting off work and going out on my first date with D. i was a little bit of a nervous wreck; i had to change in the bathroom before i went over to his house, and i was worried i would smell like fried chicken and grease. i remember i wore my black and silver striped t, my all black work chucks, and this goofy necklace i made out of stuff from michael's crafts. did i mention i was nervous? i made some poor girl i worked with hang out with me in the bathroom while i got ready because i was so spastic.
i remember pulling up to his house, and seeing him at the kitchen table with his roommate and i was literally so nervous that i actually thought about driving away. really. i had a moment when i thought "i could just drive home right now and he would never know i came by and didn't come inside." i sucked it up though, after all, i had put on some eyeliner. i pretended my palms weren't sweaty and knocked on the door. he hugged me after he opened it, and i thought that was nice. i brought over a bottle of wine, not knowing that he didn't drink wine, and we ate pork verde and chips with his roommate and his girlfriend. we got kind of drunk, and after hours of sitting at the table talking and talking, i put some music on his cd player and he swooped in and kissed me.
i distinctly recall thinking "oooh..." he was (is) a good kisser. we made out in the kitchen, which seems fitting now, because that is our favorite room in the house. when we talk about our "dream home" we always start with the kitchen.
we're going out to dinner, and then maybe we'll get to make out some more! i have to say, it's been a good two years.