“Never chase love, affection, or attention. If it isn’t given freely by another person, it isn’t worth having.” ~Unknown
For our first date, we met at a bar with Skeeball. We enjoyed slushy margaritas and Skee-Ball.
She was beautiful. It was obvious as soon as she walked in. I still wasn’t sure whether we’d have anything to talk about though. The messages we’d exchanged had been minimal.
It turned out that we did.
Conversation flowed from one topic to the next—meandering from her passion for biology in college to how I tried to master mountain boarding at summer camp as a kid to how both of us were passionate about writing/putting words to the page.
I liked her as sociable, articulate, funny, and down to earth. Her intellect was a delight. Her wit. Her apparent earnestness and desire to explore topics such as the environmental benefits of eating insects and the sexism within the taxidermy industry.
After that, she came over to my home and I cooked dinner. Talk got deeper. She shared the effect her dad’s depression had on her when she was a kid; how she’d personalize his quiet moods. I shared some of the instability I’d experienced as a kid.
The night ended with a hook-up. There is nothing like a good trauma to make an aphrodisiac.