The Date
This time on The Romatically-Inclined Survival Guide, we see
more of the girl of my teenage dreams, as introduced in Part I. In fact, she
and I go on a date.
Men, sometimes you have to pull out all the stops. Maybe they are fancy and complicated, maybe
you only have four days to prepare, no money, and only a casual date to pull it
off. In those circumstances, it is about
showing who you really are. And the girl
wants you to know who she is. Girls love
honesty, and they can give it (as some may have experience) and sense it better
than we can. Sometimes she and you are “all the stops.” Be genuine... Also, it never hurts to have at least one
trick up your sleeves. This is part II
of a story about hope, rejection, and the lessons learned from a pretty hard
fall.
"Michael Hosea was a quiet man, but there wasn't anything soft about him. There was something in his look that made men treat him with respect. It wasn't just his height or the strength of his body, which were both impressive enough. It was the clear steadiness of his gaze. He knew what he was about even if the rest of the world didn't."
--Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love
It was 6:15
pm on a Friday night. I hopped out of the shower and drying my hair to Earth,
Wind, and Fire’s “September”. Twisting my hips between the towel to a beat,
and such a funky one at that, was always more entertaining than silence. And I needed to get psyched up.
Why am I
showering at 6:15 pm on a Friday night?
Why do I need to get psyched up? Because tonight is my big night. Tonight is the night that I take the girl of
my teenage dreams on a date! Or, rather, she takes me out on a date. But importance can be lost in the
details. Grace and I are going out on a
date! With the mantra “do you remembah?”
increasing my mojo as the 70s song faded out, my ipod’s shuffle feature snapped
me back into reality by blasting some of my sister’s Hannah Montana in my face.
As soon as I could scamper, wet feet and all, and click the next button with gratifying
punctuation, shuffle again did me some wonders. “Let’s
Get Down to Business” from Mulan came on. “Ok,” I muttered. “Let’s do this
thing.”
“Oh motherrrrr!”
I yelled out of my bedroom door. “What the heck am I supposed to wear on a
reverse-date?!”
