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First Date?First Kiss?

This time I wrote through a young man's point of view, it was quite fun doing it though the writing was a little simple =x. And I took 1 line from a movie I saw a long time ago -coughs-. Good thing the teacher didn't notice !

A Young Man’s Confession of His First Date

People always say that the first date is always the best experience (of course, we exclude those unfortunate individuals who have worst first date experiences), and then people also say that the first kiss is the sweetest and most wonderful thing. My first kiss and first date happened on the same er, day. To tell you the truth, it was somewhat blurry--all I can remember is this salty taste mingled in the wind and nothing more.

As the only son of a family full of females, I always felt somewhat oppressed by the presence of my five older sisters. So as a result, I was a shy boy; I was a shy teenager, and maybe a shy man. But I decided things should change when I got a girlfriend—finally, I could show the world my tough side and my manliness. How true it is when people say opposites attract to each other! I, “the shy boy”, surprisingly captured N’s heart—well-known around the school for her intimidated personality and her black belt rank in Karate. We were an odd couple since N was strong-built with tanned skin and I was pale and thin; she was tough and I was timid. Most people thought that our relationship didn’t last long, but N ignored them anyways and planned our first date together.

On that day, she looked elegant and feminine in a white dress with her silky, black hair down; her normally masculine side suddenly disappeared in place for a tender, angelic look. At first, I was struck by this sudden change: was love finally able to turn her into a sweet, little maiden whom I could prove my manliness? But this question was quickly shoved away as she got on the back seat of my bicycle and demanded, “Let’s go to the amusement part. I want to try the new roller-coaster there!” Though the idea of being twisted and turned and fallen and dropped and tumbled from a sixty-five degree angle seemed scary (in fact, I never had enough courage to try these!), it was less fearsome than that of my girlfriend’s anger. Thus, I reluctantly cycled over the amusement park, silently praying for it to be closed. We arrived at the park anyways and the first thing we tried was the Superman roller coaster, more fearful than I thought: a near ninety degree drop from the sky. I swallowed hard and followed her to get in line. I wanted to tell her to go to the Ferris wheel instead of this, but words couldn’t form inside my mouth, so I remained silent. When it was our turns, I got in a seat next to her. The scarlet roller coaster, like a caterpillar, moved slowly up to the top of the ninety degree hill at first. It stopped once it reached the top of the hill; I held my breath and told myself not to scream(after all, I was the man), then I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth--bracing myself for the law of gravity to act upon my vulnerable body. It suddenly dropped. I screamed and my girlfriend laughed. After the Superman, we went to other roller coasters—Mind Eraser, Tycoon, Inside the Tornado, Batman, Spiderman, each of which drained the very last drop of my energy. I felt nauseated, but she seemed to have fun. I wanted to rest, but she wanted to move on...

My tormentor was finally over when she decided that we should go to the beach. Afraid that she might change her mind, I immediately got on my bicycle and took the queen to the beach. And so we walked together on white the sand and looked over the horizon. The sun was setting down now and was casting its golden rays on the surface of the sea, which in turn, became a vast bed of moving, glistening gold. For some reasons, sunset often made me feel a sense of solitude and regret: the sun always set at the fall of an empire, the sun set at the end of a celebration, and the sun also set at the end of our date. She was walking beside me now but her eyes wandered toward the sea. We did not say anything. We just walked. Silence was peaceful but it was also fearsome. Thus, I attempted to break the silence, “So, what do you think of our first date together?” Silent. She was still in her own world. It felt like a century until she suddenly said, “Do you…feel like the wind?” before I could speak, she continued, “It feels nice. Even though you can’t see it but you can feel it, just like love.” Then she suddenly stopped and looked at me as the wind sent waves of her hair dancing—like silk; her eyes were glistering--like two strange yet pretty jewels. She was beautiful and I wanted to hold her, and if she let me, I might even kiss her lovely eyes. Then, I thought I saw a glimpse of mischief in her eyes and a hint of her smile seconds before her lips toughed mine. It was sudden; it was a surprise—I had wanted to be the first to take the initiative…but then I didn’t care anymore.

Time stopped. Everything stopped…but the wind continued to blow.

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March 4, 08