I'm not entirely sure whether or not this counts as a date, in fact I have trouble distinguishing between going on a date and just meeting for fun, but I think it's a fitting story for this thread.
Whoever remembers my encounters with Mini-Wesker might have figured out I have this... effect on male teenagers, so it won't come as a surprise that my boyfriend was also a teenager when we got together. Since my old workplace was just around the corner of his school (which is why we had met in the first place; we once bumped into each other while trying to exit the bus at the same time), we sometimes spent our lunch breaks together, and this time we were alone and discussing the future. He was in his last year, about to leave school and perhaps go to university, and a big change was imminent in my own life as well. So we were talking about how you should enjoy every moment because you never know what the future brings, and as chliché as it sounds, this somehow led to us making out.
And damn, was it strange! There had been some attraction between us before, but mostly of a playful nature and often awkward because he was rather shy, and even though his best friend's girlfriend had been shipping us since the beginning, I had never given it a serious thought. And there I was, kissing that kid and wondering what the hell I was thinking. Obviously I wasn't thinking at all, and I don't even remember the first few minutes after the kiss, but I do remember how awkward it was to walk back to work/school at the end of the break and acting like nothing had happened. And the most embarrassing part is yet to come: I didn't see him for a week after that because I didn't know how to deal with this new situation and deliberately took the late bus to avoid him, pretending to be ill when people inevitably started wondering where I was...
Well, there you have it. Even the goddess of the dead has some silly tales to tell.
Whoever remembers my encounters with Mini-Wesker might have figured out I have this... effect on male teenagers, so it won't come as a surprise that my boyfriend was also a teenager when we got together. Since my old workplace was just around the corner of his school (which is why we had met in the first place; we once bumped into each other while trying to exit the bus at the same time), we sometimes spent our lunch breaks together, and this time we were alone and discussing the future. He was in his last year, about to leave school and perhaps go to university, and a big change was imminent in my own life as well. So we were talking about how you should enjoy every moment because you never know what the future brings, and as chliché as it sounds, this somehow led to us making out.
And damn, was it strange! There had been some attraction between us before, but mostly of a playful nature and often awkward because he was rather shy, and even though his best friend's girlfriend had been shipping us since the beginning, I had never given it a serious thought. And there I was, kissing that kid and wondering what the hell I was thinking. Obviously I wasn't thinking at all, and I don't even remember the first few minutes after the kiss, but I do remember how awkward it was to walk back to work/school at the end of the break and acting like nothing had happened. And the most embarrassing part is yet to come: I didn't see him for a week after that because I didn't know how to deal with this new situation and deliberately took the late bus to avoid him, pretending to be ill when people inevitably started wondering where I was...
Well, there you have it. Even the goddess of the dead has some silly tales to tell.
