It all began on the morning of August 2nd. He called me and woke me up to say I had been on his mind. I thought it was sweet. As the conversation progressed, he told me that he had been texting me and I never responded. I had forgot to unblock his number on two different applications. When I get mad at a person, I will block that person from contacting me in every way possible. Anyway, after unblocking his texts, he asked if I was busy that night. I casually said, "no, I'm not busy. Wassup?" He said, "let's go to the movies and see The Conjuring." I quickly denied that offer and suggested another. Scary movies are definitely the least watched movies on my list. Yet he insisted and soon I agreed. After panning out the details with him, we hung up and went about our business. I was praying he forgot about the movies while he was anxious that we'd go.
Around 7:39 pm, he arrived outside of my apartment to pick me up. We headed to the mall to go see The Conjuring. In my mind this wasn't a date, but in his mind, it was. I've never been the girl to allow people to spend large amounts of money on me so I didn't mind when he hinted that he wanted me to pay for my ticket (mine was cheaper anyway). Nervous that I may have an emotional breakdown during the movie BECAUSE OF THE MOVIE, I tried to keep as still as possible and not speak. He could tell I was scared.
The movie wasn't "so" bad. There were parts where I screamed, covered my face or wiped my eyes to avoid scary parts while he laughed at my reactions to the movie. I had to ask "what the hell was is funny" at one point and he laughed and said "you." He found my fear of scary movies to be cute. How rude?! So I asked if he'd hold my hand, he agreed. Unlucky for him I squeezed his hand like a woman in labor, giving birth to a really heavy baby. Odd image, I know! We hurried out right after the movie to avoid traffic. Unsure of what to do next, he began to drive downtown. I sat back in the passenger seat and watched all the lights we passed by, unsure of where we were heading.
Soon we pulled up and parked next to the boating docks. He handed me his hoodie and hopped out of his truck. I followed. We walked past the little section I knew of the docks towards a hotel next door to my favorite downtown building. The city I live in is small. I was pretty sure I had seen everything downtown before until this night. As we walked, he told me stories and caught me up on his life. I was a bit too amused by how well lit and beautiful the High Level and Veteran's Skyway bridges were.
