My First Impression

   Woke up. Excited for the day I was to have. Finally to see a man I have been excited to want to see for a while now. We've been taking getting to know one another for no longer than two weeks over the internet. But to me it seemed like we've known each other so much longer. He made me laugh. Made me smile just for being the nice sweet guy he was. He was smart, he loved to write and what he wrote was nothing short of amazing. He was truly one of a kind. Unique in all sense of the word.

   Today was the day we were to finally meet, to have our first date. The day started out bright and sunny. I had gotten up early. Showered. Ate. Prep myself to look as good as possible for him. My hair spiked up, my skin soft after having shaved, I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts. A brown striped button down collar shirt. Along with my blue navy jeans. Black converses. Having looked as good as possible. I soon made my way out the door.

   I was to meet him at 1 o'clock but left my house early to make sure I was to get there on time. Butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach. On the bus with nothing else to do but have my imagination run wild with things that could go wrong. What if he didn't like me? What if I didn't like him? What if I say or do something to ruin the day for us? The long bus ride was starting to be more torturing than expected. But eventually, about a half hour after leaving my house, I strayed from my own written directions and ended up at a bus stop thinking I can get to my date faster from there.

   I had gotten myself lost. Didn't know where I was or what to do. Thinking that my date could be just around the corner. But once at the corner, no one. I felt myself going in circles. And much like myself, I've lost all sense of time. I didn't know how long I spent walking around searching nor did I know whether or not my date was still waiting for me. All I knew was that I was late. Ironic how I tried to be early yet it was my own fault for getting so hopelessly lost.

   I wondered around unknowingly for what seem like forever. I guess everything seems like forever when your wanting to see someone special. But soon my bad luck got even worse. The sky began to turn cloudy. Gray and ominous. The rain soon follow. It came down hard and manage to make it's way everywhere, getting everything wet. I found shelter under a archway of a building. I waited for a while. Hoping the rain would stop and I could continue on with my search. But the rain never stopped. Though It did slowed down enough to help me make my way to a nearby train station.

   My breathing stopped. My heart skipped a beat. I panic when I realized that I was far from where I had to be after having looked on a map posted up. And looking at the station's time I realized that was about two hours late already. Despised the slim chances of him still waiting for me, I ran. I ran out that train station. I put all my strength and willpower into every step I took. Each fallen raindrop hit my face. But to me it didn't matter. All that mattered now was to get to where I had to be. And to get there fast.

   But soon my body gave out. I could no longer go on. I was tired from running. I looked like a hopeless mess. And just then a bus had came. With the little energy I had left I pushed myself forward to catch the bus. I caught it with a sigh of relief. As I sat down near the front of the bus. The bus eventually made a stop and when the doors opened I couldn't believe my sight. There he was. Even though I've never met him in person before I just knew it. I knew who he was. He was there at the bus stop. Waiting. White t-shirt. Blue navy jeans. A black fitted hat hiding his short cut dirty blonde hair underneath it. Then he looked at me as I got off the bus. The rain had stopped. I could tell he knew who I was. I was excited to finally see him but the expression on his face was hard to tell whether the feeling was mutual. I understood though if he was a little pissed, after all I was 2 hours late.

   I'm sorry I said onto him. Dripping wet. All of me was drench of the rain.

   It's alright he replied as we made our way down the street.

   And after some awkward small talk. He kissed me on my cheek. Warm . Soft. Gentle. I couldn't help by smile a innocent smile. And I thought to myself that maybe my first impression wasn't so bad as I thought.