The first date.

I was finally all settled into my tiny room. Patrick and I had texted the remainder of that weekend. Monday came around and I was exhausted. It was back to work for me from 7am-5pm. Patrick texted me throughout the day at work and of course I was giddy and snuck my phone in my scrubs and texted him back when I got the chance. I will admit I did have that warm fuzzy feeling inside and I was all smiles. I had never really played "hard to get" and I wasn't doing it just to do it, I was just guarding my heart. I guess you could say I built a wall and tried to tell him I just wasn't interested.


We still texted daily and the weekend was drawing close. All week he had thrown around the idea of getting together or going out on a date. I tried to avoid it as much as possible until Patrick texted me "I got Brad Paisley concert tickets for Saturday and I would love for you to come". My first thought was wow...usually a first date is dinner or a movie, but a concert? This guy went above and beyond. My second thought was umm...I didn't really listen to country music. I knew he sung a song about mud but that was really it. I of course couldn't say no. I was obligated as it was such an effort on his part and I am all about taking chances. I agreed to the date that weekend. He told me to not think of it as a date, but to just go as a good time and as friends...yeah right. We both had mutual feelings, I just didn't want to rush it. So the remainder of the week I listened to nothing but Brad Paisley and country music every second I got. I will admit it grew on me a little bit but it wasn't my first choice of genre in music.


Saturday came around and it was time for our first date. It was September 11th, 2010, a huge day for America after the terrorist attacks. I proceeded to my closet to find something tasteful but still sexy. I settled for a off the shoulder lily tee, jean shorts, and leather flip flops. I curled my hair and did my makeup and waited on the couch for Patrick to pull up. Like a dog waiting for their owners return, I kept peering out the window. My phone went off, "I will be there in 5 minutes" he said. I then ran back to the bathroom to make sure everything looked perfect and sprayed one more mist of perfume on. As I finished I heard the "loud car" pull up just as I did the weekend prior when the guys came over. The doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Patrick all smiles and reached to give him a hug. He was in jeans, a button up, and a corona hat and looked quite handsome. "Ready to go?" he asked, I nodded and grabbed my purse.


As I made my way out of the house I caught glimpse of the "loud car". "Is that your car?" I asked as my jaw dropped, "Sure is" he said with a proud smile on his face. He had a 2010 Chevy Camaro. It was dark grey with nice rims, and an exhaust you could hear for miles...hence the "loud car". I was amazed and beamed ear to ear at this point. Not only did he go all out on our first date, but there is just something about a guy driving a sports car that gets a girl going. I then started to pick my jaw back up until he got the car door for me, but I just left it. I was blown away. Never had a guy, except my daddy, get the car door for me or any door for that matter. He shut the door and walked around the car to get in himself. I was a very happy girl. He started the car and we headed for the Gorge.


The car ride consisted of us talking, and listening to music. I stared out the window at the beautiful day and caught myself looking at Patrick more then just a few times. I felt so carefree with the windows down, arm out the window, and my hair being tossed about by the wind. Of course I was a little shy but I was amazed. We stopped at the look out on I-90 just as you get over the Columbia River with the wild horse memorial. Patrick took a few pictures of us and the river. I had so much going through my mind, all of which were good of course. We got back in the car (yes he got my door again), and we drove a few miles until we got to the Gorge. We pulled in, parked, and made our way to the line to get in. Girls wore flower print dresses and cowboy boots and almost everyone had a cowboy hat on. After waiting in line we made it in, got some food and drinks, and headed to find our seats which were in the 23rd row. Patrick really impressed me without trying and I was growing fond of it.


The concert started with Justin Moore, then Darius Rucker took the stage, and finally Brad Paisley. All night I had that "Should I hold his hand or something?" thought going through my head. I had thanked him numerous times for all the things he had done and I felt like I owed him something. After a few songs  of questioning myself, I finally laid my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him as we swayed to the music. He then kissed my forehead. That warm fuzzy feeling I had was now a blazing fire. I knew this wasn't just a good time or as friends thing, I had started to like him and he started to like me. Later the concert ended and we made our way to the car and he wrapped his button up shirt around me as I began to shiver. We got to the car and made our way back home. The car ride home just as the ride there. Enjoying each others company and music.


We pulled up to my place and I thanked him for such a wonderful first date. He walked me up to my front door and I hugged him and said goodnight still beaming ear to ear. And to answer your question, no I do not kiss on the first date. I then went inside and got into bed. I texted him until he got home. All I could tell him was thank you. I continued to lay in bed waiting for my phone to vibrate but he must have fallen asleep. I thought about so many things...should I have kissed him? Held his hand? Did he even want to kiss me or even hold my hand? Oh who was I kidding of course he did! The wall I built to guard my heart hadn't been destroyed, but remodeled I guess you could say. It was only our first date but I had never felt the way Patrick made me feel ever. It was everything about him and how he did things for me. My thoughts finally slowed down and I was able to fall asleep as well. I really started to slowly but surely, fall for Patrick.