I recently went on a first date, which turned out to be the best first date ever , it was literally the pure definition of the making of a love story. Everything about this first date was completely unexpected – even the plans.
After a couple of text messages, the man I was talking to mentioned that he was headed to a country concert in the middle of the week and had invited me to go with him. Reluctantly, I declined as I had plans on that particular evening.
However, the night before the concert, he sent me a message saying that the following day could be the best first date ever in my life. I was sold, anticipating the excitement.
When I woke up the next morning, it was pouring rain outside. The outdoor country concert didn’t sound so exciting after all, but I just kept reminding myself of those words that it could be the best day of my life.
I spent hours getting ready, making sure that even with the rain clouds taking over the sky, I would look my best for the man that could potentially be the one.
That’s also not to mention that dancing in the rain on a first date while one of my favourite artists sang the playlist of my life was completely enticing. A little more primping and I got into my car to drive an hour to the city to begin the festivities that could potentially make the day the best in my life.
I had no idea what to expect. I had only exchanged some messages with him and a few photos. Was I really doing this? I sure was. What did I have to lose, right? At the very least, I would have a great time – or at least that was what I was thinking.
If the calmness that my anxiety-ridden body was experiencing wasn’t enough encouragement that I was on the right path for the evening, the pitch black clouds that had complete control over the sky for the past 24 hours cleared as I grew closer to the concert venue.