My First Date Essay

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Its a tricky thing, defining your very first date. Was it the first time someone kissed me on the lips (grade 3 at summer camp), or when someone actually used the word date when asking me to go for coffee (not until I was 26)? Ive shared my definition of dating in a prior blog post, so Im going to put it to the test here and share my first date story. In turn, Id love to hear yours as well, and how you decided it was your very first date.

My first date took place when I was in Grade 8 and sleeping away from home for the weekend at school conference. The boys and girls were separated into dorms at the local University, and after the main events took place most of the attendees retired to one of the dorms chill rooms to watch TV, sing, talk or generally act silly. I distinctly remember Midnight Oils Beds are Burning playing behind me when a boy by the name of Jakob walked over and told me I had cute knees. It took me a while to realize he was making a play on my last name (Albo), so he pointed to my elbow and asked, Are they bony too? This time, the play on my first name (Bonny) got me laughing.

Jakob then asked me if I wanted to come with him and a few other folks who were heading down to the beach for a bonfire. I jumped up, took the hand hed extended toward me, and ran out the door with him to join his friends from a local school. I saw one of my classmates on the way down to the beach, and she decided to join us as well.

I didnt know how far the beach was, or how treacherous the walk would be, and if Id known I probably wouldnt have agreed to the trek. It was dark, and under the cover of thick, old, massive trees, it was cold and difficult to see much of anything. I fell a few times on the tree branch stairs before Jakob found me, grabbed my hand, and escorted me the 30 or so minutes down the trail.

A few people sang as we walked, and others chatted quietly. Jakob and I said nothing, but he stroked my hand gently as we moved. After a while we fell into a rhythmic pattern with our breathing and footsteps in synch. Occasionally the moon would poke out from behind the upper tree branches, and Jakob would squeeze my hand and pull me faster toward the bonfire.

Once, when I tripped and almost fell over what seemed like a high ledge, Jakob pulled me to my feet swiftly and then kissed me on the lips. I wasnt expecting it, and I blushed immediately. By that point, I wasnt tripping anymore because I couldnt see, but because I was giddy and shaking with excitement.

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