Wendy wasn't neither the girl from the library or the guy with the Segway.
Wendy was incredible. See, she wasn't top model like, but she was cute; still is actually. She's got this really nice thick glasses that make her face look so clever and she's got the sweetest smile that exists. She is your archetypical cute nerd girl, complete with a really nice fringe which she sometimes bleaches just to make it look like X-Men's Rogue. She usually wears dark coloured shirts with faded jeans and a dark short skirt on top, and leaves the colour for her accessories. She's usually quite shy, but she's got this amazing flirtatious look she can use when she feels comfortable. She was just the kind of girl I was looking for.
And the first date was a disaster. You could see that we were both really nervous. We didn't talk much until we got into the bus back home. There she happened to mention a record that we both liked and we started talking about it like we couldn't be stopped. We realized then that we could have the same kind of relationship we had online if we just focused on sharing those things we shared. While not having the safety of our own houses around us made it seem awkward, we were after all good friends and, you know, we had just clicked. So in the end, when the bus got to her stop she turned to me and gave me the smallest of pecks on the lips, and said we should try the date again, but without the shyness. I was, for a while, the happiest man on the bus.
See, now I know how this may sound, a guy in his twenties feeling light-headed for what couldn't even be considered as a kiss?
Well, I loved Wendy with all my heart, and I didn't usually meet that many girls. This had been my first proper date in three years, actually. So get over it, I am a nerd and that small gesture had gotten me all worked up.
I was happy, and I couldn't wait for our second date.
Our second date was scheduled for Sunday, the same day as my brother's funeral. I wondered if it would be right to tell my parents I had a girlfriend then
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