Happy Hump Day!
With spring time around the corner, and warm breezes tickling my nose, I begin to feel a bit tingly. Not moist between the thighs tingly (although that’s never a bad thing), but lovey dovey spring time tingly. First date tingly.
Ah…remember first dates?
I don’t mean “hang-outs.” I don’t mean “hook-ups.” I mean real, butterflies-in-your stomach first dates.
Who doesn't remember the nervousness, excitement or awkwardness of a first date? Wanting to make a good impression. Wondering if he or she will call again. When will the next date be? Recounting each moment, in detail, to friends afterward. Smiling from ear to ear the next morning after a wonderful night out. Like Eddie Murphy after his date in Coming to America – “to be loved, to be looooveeed.” That kinda feeling…
Whether it took place last night or decades ago, it's one of those things that folks don't often forget, whether you were 12 or 40 years old when it took place. Nothing feels as sweet as having a good first date. A real date - where there are no expectations, the conversation is flowing, holding hands is easy, the kisses are sweet, the company is great – and you never want the night to end. That’s a great first date. Remember those?
What was your best memory of a great first date? It’s almost spring time y’all!
-b
