The Date

I finally have my first date with the nicest guy at my school. He said that we were going somewhere white and blue so I should dress with a swimsuit in mind. It’s now Friday night and I am wearing my most appropriate two piece swimsuit I could find with shorts on and a gray wife beater covering my bright red swimsuit top. He said he was picking me up at 6 pm. I just hope he isn’t late… It is now 6:10 pm and I’m in an old muscle car with a beach bag on my lap full of snacks and towels. The music’s low and my nerves are jumping. We finally pulled up to the public beach 15 minutes later. We set out our stuff a few feet from the shore and decided to sit, eat, and talk all at the same time.
I’ve eaten two bags of cheetos and drank two bottles of water. He gets up and offers me his hand. As I grab his hand, my hand in his becomes warm and his soft palm is gentle with mind. We suddenly are running in the water and I’m being dunked under. I come back up to the surface and find my date laughing his head off at me for no reason at all. I feel embarrassed and humiliated. Now I’m running back to my towel with steam coming from my face because I’m as red as a fire from being angry, but I’m also hurt to find out that the guy a thought was nice turned out to be the biggest jerk I ever met.

My feet hurt from running home bare foot and my body is cold from being soaked and having wind breezing fast by me. I get up to my front porch and suddenly stop before opening the door and slamming it. I slowly fall on my knees and cry. Apparently my mom heard me because the next thing that I knew was that her arms were around me whispering in my ear that everything was going to be ok.
Note to self: never go on a date with someone you barely know. You don’t know what they could be capable of doing.
P.S. This story is NOT true.