First Date

A few years ago, I went to a meeting of one of the local writing groups. The first hour and a half consisted of members reading their writings. Another hour went by while a speaker talked at length about the difference between “their” and “there” and “you’re” and “your”. I wasn’t close enough to the door to make a discreet exit before everyone was asked to write about their first date and bring the essay next time. I never went back, but had fun with that. I had forgotten all about it until I found this on my computer the other day.

Ode To My First Date

I was leery, I’ll admit it. But my friend had reported such a positive experience with the website, I decided to check it out. I studied my options for a long time, finally deciding yes, I was ready to take a chance. I wanted us to meet. I filled out the required form, hoping the information was correct, that things would go well. I wasn’t sure we’d be compatible. What does someone from a region in the Mediterranean have in common with a person from Eastern Washington? I told myself I had nothing to lose. I took a deep breath and hit the ‘submit’ button on my laptop. I was excited. I wondered if you would truly be my dream date. A few days later, you appeared at my door. The anticipation was overwhelming. I took you inside and though you were a little more wrinkled than you had appeared in the online photo, I was overcome. We had barely met, yet when I tasted your sweetness, I knew there would be no turning back. You were my first date and the experience was so fulfilling, I may branch out and order apricots or maybe even figs next time.

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