Aaron's Story (Part Three)

So, after we chatted on the phone for over two hours, Aaron and I finally got around to setting up an actual date. My God, I hadn't been on an actual date in forever. I had gone out with a couple guys here and there, but it just didn't feel serious. The big night for me had finally arrived and I was very nervous at first. I had all kinds of silly thoughts running through my head: What if he doesn't laugh at my jokes ? What if I can't carry on an intellectual conversation on his level? What if he is incredibly dull after those first two hours? By this point in my life I was already sporting the shaved head or I would have freaked out about my hair. I found my sexiest outfit and put on just the right amount of cologne (if you want to choke an entire herd of water buffalo).
He picked me up from my apartment and surprised me by taking me to dinner at The Pier, only my most favorite seafood restaurant in Memphis. We ate dinner and then he pulled out two tickets to a show at the Orpheum Theatre that I had wanted to see. I was speechless once again and attributed his knowledge of my favorite restaurant and interest in this play to a little spy named Andrea.
After the show, we went to Beale Street to have a couple drinks and listen to some bands play. Then, he took me home and right there on my doorstep, he kissed me for the first time and I felt that same spark that I did when he touched my hand. "He's a keeper," I thought to myself. I went inside and called Andrea, as promised, and we talked for three hours on the phone. I gushed about Aaron for two hours and forty-five minutes. What could I say? I was in love with this boy. (To Be Continued)