Some first month days with C that I want to remember, for better or worse
Wednesday, June 30
First date mwahahahaha. I made you dress business casual because I was meeting you at the capitol directly after work. You wore khaki shorts and a blue collared shirt. Dare I say, I looked much more business casual than you. Talking to you was as easy as breathing.
Friday, July 2 (Morning)
You left handpicked flowers for me at work, and I freaked out because nobody I've ever dated has been so kind to me. I thought you might be a stalker.
Friday, July 2 (Evening)
I learned you were the worst kisser ever. Blarg. You picked me up after work, bought me DQ, and then we went to an overlook to watch the little city lights. Cuddling across the bench of you truck, I tilted my head back, and you proceeded to assault my mouth with your tongue. We watched the stars, and when you took me home I told you it wasn't going to work out.
Saturday, July 3
I caved in under 12 hours and told you that I still wanted to watch Independence Day fireworks together, with the promise that I'd pick you up and bring snacks containing the word "pop." Poprocks, popcorn, popsicles, soda pop.
Sunday, July 4
I only brought the poprocks, but tried to make up for it with Caprisuns, apple slices, Cheese Its, and Kit Kats. You lifted me over the fence at a baseball field outside of town, and we watched fireworks, cop cars, and kids with glow sticks. I let you kiss me again, and decided I could teach you how to be a better kisser.
Monday, July 5
You terrified me. Came over for dinner, played cards, rubbed my feet. When I let you into my bedroom to watch a movie, you kept...pushing. For more. I walked you out. We sat on your motorcycle and I told you no again.
Tuesday, July 6
I called you and told you no for real. You left a "No" buzzer for me at work.
Thursday, July 8
You cracked and started sending me memes over Instagram again. Asked me to go to the car show with you.
Saturday, July 10 (Morning)
You looked so funny, crazily wandering around the show, admiring the cars from every angle. I couldn't help but grab your hand and invite you to the concert I had planned to attend that night.
Saturday, July 10 (Evening)
You picked me up on the bike, and I held onto you for dear life going 30 mph. The music was fine. Dancing with you was better. Riding to the lake to stargaze with you was exciting. The way you tangled your hands in my hair and kissed me was the best.
Sunday, July 11
The waterfall hike. Bouncing up the trail in your truck was exhilarating.
Saturday, July 17 - Sunday, July 18
You somehow convinced me to go camping. (It was probably the promise of a queen sized air mattress that won me over. Or the promise of birds that ate out of our hands at the top of the ridge.)
Tuesday, July 20
I let you help me make homemade cookies, even though I hate sharing space in the kitchen.
Friday, July 23
You came over at literally broke my bed. We were moving furniture. I had bought a chest off Facebook Marketplace and needed your help fitting it in my room. And you broke the leg off my bed while moving it. I joked that that's not how I wanted you to break my bed. You helped me fix it this weekend. Buying wood from Homedepot (cue sexy wood jokes), sawing in notches, drilling in screws (cue sexy drill and screw jokes).
Saturday, July 24 (Last Night)
I warned you in advance that the first time we had sex was going to be bad. Not just bad, but really, really bad. Getting used to the way someone feels taking up space inside you...now that's uncomfy.
Sunday, July 25, 2:30 a.m.
The second time was a little bit better.
Sunday, July 25, 8:30 a.m.
My bed is looking better than ever. I have to teach you how to stop immediately when someone says no. But I have hope, because you're getting to be a better kisser.