Our First Date. . .

I was getting ready to go to dinner at Johnny Rockets and then see a movie with my date. He picked me up at 6:30, right on time. I was feeling terrible, my stomach was in knots and I felt waves of nausea pass me every so often. I tried to ignore it, so I wiped the sweat forming on the top of my head and I put on a smile.

We arrive to dinner and I still feel terrible. I start to think what it could have been: did I eat something bad? Am I really this nervous? Am I going crazy? All of these ideas began to swarm in my head, but it was broken by a soft, sweet voice

"Are you okay? You don't look so good."

I felt like an 18- wheeler ran me over, but I looked up at him, swallowed my dinner, and said

"Oh, I'm fine." (smile) "I think I just ate something bad."

Then it dawned on me.

"Hmmm," I thought, "my period hasn't come for this month yet. Shit!"

I had forgotten that I was a girl and that girls have periods once a month!

"I have to go home now. I'm so sorry."

"Are you okay? You know that you can tell me. You look like you started your uhhhhhh girl thing."

"How'd you...??" I began to say.

"Sisters. Three older sisters."

"Oh." Was all that I could mutter through an indescribable pain and this unbearable embarrassment.

He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my waist, since I kind of made a little mess through my skirt. In the car, he turned on the A/C, played soft music and told me that if I needed to punch anything, his arm was available. I totally took up on that offer. While I was crying and holding my stomach while still trying to hold down my dinner, i told him thanks. He replied with,

"I was just being a man. A man who knows how to take care of a lady even when she feels like everything is going out of control."

I was in too much pain at the time, but i had to remember to go on another date with him.

I got home and he asked to come in, I left the door open, ran to the bathroom and threw up everything. That lasted for 10 minutes. While I was vomiting, he ran me a hot bath, got some clothes out for me, layed out three midols and some water and waited outside for me to get undressed and into the tub. I got in and he said,"Well , believe it or not, I had a great night tonight. I really like you and I would love to take you out again.

i replied with, "I'm too embarrassed."

He said, "Don't be. Men need to be mature when things like this happen to their girl, and women should let their men learn what they need to do to help them durign this, or any other time."

"Wait," I said, "I'm almost done. We can watch movies and chill here if you like?"

"sure, that sounds great."

So we stay the night in, Me in loose sweats and a tank top and him in his nice jeans and plaid button down shirt. I laid my head on his arm and we held hands as we watched The Transformers trilogy in my living room. It was 11:30 when he walked to the door, 11:35 when he kissed me and 11:36 when he asked me on another date. It was 11:37 when I said yes.

That was probably, no definitely, my best date ever.