First Dates..

First dates are strange things. You're dressed your best, you're nervous as hell and you want to leave a good impression. It's almost like giving a job interview, without getting a job at the end of it. And now all these factors loom really large especially when the date is someone you ACTUALLY like. I don't believe in love at first sight, but i DO believe in crushes at first sight. I saw him, i went wowie and the rest is history.

So, my first date with the lad was not too bad. I would'nt term it a COMPLETE disaster. I could've babbled a little less maybe, but i was nervous as hell. My heart was bungee jumping inside my chest and my brain was on a temporary holiday to the Bahamas.

I was completely drunk on this ragged,could've ironed his shirt at least lad. I took in the details.. the ear-ring, the little patch on his left eyebrow, the hint of a stubble on his face, the chunky watch on his wrist, the uncombed messy hair, the boyish grin. I was on a date with a Greek God.

So, what happened next you ask? Do we have a happy ever after ending? Do i confess the violent boing boings of my heart to him? And does he grin and give me a nice warm bear hug? Nope. Sadly, none of the filmy eeshtyle drills happened. Instead, we parted with waves and polite tadas and vroomed away, in opposite directions.

Some things, are just too good to be true, like shooting stars, one minute they're around and the next they're gone. First dates and shooting stars are quite the same. You catch a tiny little glimpse of joy and before you can wallow in the moment, its gone.