My last first date

It takes some people seven years to overcome one spell of bad luck. On the contrary, in my good fortune, I hope to squeeze more time out of this streak. With a memory as stale as a box of birdseed crackers in the far-back depths of the pantry, I’m often surprised to recall anything more distant than the bumps and scrapes I find scattered on my skin. Nonetheless, matters of great importance brand themselves on my subconscious mind, deciding to pronounce their presence periodically. It is one of these events that brings me to the page today as it dawns on me that I have long since experienced my last first date. Filled with joy, this is a date I can commemorate and celebrate today.

It should be noted that the foresight of the victorious should always be celebrated rather than questioned, as it makes for a far better narrative. With as much arrogance and certainty I’ve ever amassed, I was sure at the end of the night that I’d met someone special. Not only that, I was sure that she felt the same about me. Whether or not she had come the conclusion at the time is irrelevant, there can be no doubting the fact that this night had marked the end of something for us both: this was our last first date.

As I mentioned above, my propensity for misplacing memories must be kept in mind, as it demonstrates the magnitude of this special day. I can recall with extreme detail every thought, feeling, and sensory experience that day held for me. I remember the conversation leading up to the day, the late night planning session leading to our meeting and the discussions laying out logistical concerns. I remember her curfew, and the weight of adhering to the expectations of unknown overwatching eyes being eased by that weightless feeling of being held in a perfect moment. I remember the pressures of a solid first impression, and the charm that can be found within a valiant yet imperfect effort. I remember clear skies, junk food, chain swings, small talk, big laughs, and feeling at home in a new place. As if I knew these were the memories worthwhile of holding on to, I remember what it was like to hope for love. On this day, which marks a seven year journey together, I thank you for making my last first date such a memorable evening.