Late one night, we found each other in the dark. As if we were on some wavelength, we reached across the bed at the same time and our fingers interlocked. Beforehand, I was dreaming…
It was one of our first dates. We were at a nearby park, kids and adults playing in the common area, on the playground, the laughing and boisterous screams that come along with springtime. I pointed at the playground and asked her if she wanted to swing.
“Of course,” she replied, accompanied by a smile.
Five minutes into swinging, I asked if she wanted to have a jumping contest. You know, when you swing high and leap for distance.
“Of course,” she replied, accompanied by a smile.
I went first, then her first leap was just beyond mine. My second leap was just beyond hers and her second was just beyond my new playground record. On my third leap, I flailed and landed square on my ass. Rocks managed to roll up my shorts and into my shoes, my hands now dented and covered in dirt. It was ugly… and she laughed at me and she laughed hard.
Every time we walk by that playground, she asks me if I want to swing. Before I can answer, she issues “Never mind, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” as if I was some clumsy kid, all knees and reckless abandon. She laughs… at me.
Late one night, we found each other in the dark. Holding her hand, I said… ”I am glad that you have something over me, things that you can laugh at me about. It brings us closer together and I really, really like being close to you.”
why not:)
Ah yes, the vulnerability card. Chicks eat that up. Not once in 28 times did things ever end well after spiking a volleyball and yelling “in your face, bitch!” I’m a slow learner.
…I’ve never tried volleyball as foreplay. How did you set up the net in the bedroom? I have low ceilings.
Only you can make rocks up your ass into a romantic story. Very nice indeed.
Romance is everywhere, Donna, even at the playground.