She has a face

Yes, she finally has a face. Who's she, you ask? She's the one. That one. The one who got away, who I never really had to begin with. That one I dreamt about, but then when actually met her found that she was nothing like my dreams.

I'm speaking of a significant other, my friends. And while to some of you that might just be a normal occurrence, it is, in fact, a first for me. I've loved before, at least I think I have. And I've been loved, I think. But this time it was just perfect.

You know those movies, or actually, lately, it's more like commercials for cellphones or credit cards, where the rugged-but-handsome guy sees the girl-next-door on the bus/train/street and they look at each other and smile and blush, leaving it completely obvious that they both fancy each other and it's just a matter of one asking the other? You know those, right? You know how much you hate them, because that always seems like such a load of utter crap.

But it happened that way. I mean, sure, it wasn't as cinematic and we didn't try to sell anything to anyone by the end of it but, by George, I looked at her, and she looked at me and there was something! I couldn't be sure then, of course. How could I know? I've never had something like that. But events unfolded as they do, and we ended up on a date. Seriously, as an aspiring writer, I could not have written it better.

A short description of the date, then. I was nervous. In fact, I hadn't slept much the previous night, or the one before that. This was completely new territory for me. On one hand, I wanted the date to go well, for pretty obvious reasons. I wanted to have someone! I wanted to experience that! On the other hand, if the date didn't go so well, I'd be OK and get over it, go back to my safe routine a bit more experience and confident. Naturally, the latter appealed more to my state. But I knew that just a few short days ago, before I'd asked her out, my world was indeed safe and calm and stress-free, but it was also miserable. And I remembered the fear and worse, the acceptance that I will forever be alone. And now that was gone. I had a shot! So I feared that if the date went well I'd be venturing even further into uncharted waters, but, goddamn it, I was willing to do it! And I did.

The date was amazing. Again, I don't exactly have a plethora of previous experiences to compare it to, but it felt great, exactly how good dates are supposed to go in the rule book. We met at the mall and went down to a quiet coffee shop. We talked and talked and time flew by! At some point people in the shop lowered a huge screen and watched a football (European) match on it. This didn't bother us a bit and, in fact, the game started and was over before we knew it. The only times we even took notice of it was when there was a goal (which occurred 5 times during the match).
After that we went outside and sat on a bench and talked some more. Then we got a cab and I rode home with her. She lives in another city, you see, and I didn't want her to go in a cab alone. So I rode with her and the cab driver was very nice and was praising me all the way, for my gentlemanly conduct. Then we got to her home and I escorted her to the entrance, we we said our goodbyes and had a long french kiss.
That kiss was my first, too.
It felt weird, but since then we've kissed a lot more and it's getting better all the time.

So now I'm in unknown territory. It doesn't feel as odd and I'm not as nervous anymore, but I still have no idea what's to come. All I know is that I like this so far, and whatever may come, I want to experience it.

The night after I asked her out I started getting really nervous and couldn't sleep. So I wrote a poem. Here it is:

She has a face

She has a face

For so long my head had rested

In the future, yet to be

On a lap, caressed in the grass

Beneath a woman without features

She has a face now

Finally, she has a face