12/14/14

I just want to relive something in words, because yesterday was the best day I’ve had in a long time.

I spent the night at a friends house. He woke up at 5:30 in order to watch the Manchester United game. I slept until 7 then got up and made some french toast for the both of us. He appreciated it, which was nice. I showered as he watched soccer then backed up my things and went to meet Jenna, the girl I had FINALLY gotten a date with.

I’d been pursuing her for about a month. There’s been a lot of back-and-forth because at first she really wasn’t sure if she wanted to go on a date with me–that’s the short of it. The long would surely take many pages. But finally I won. I won a date with her. I won a full day of her time. I had to make it count.

For some reason the way I thought of making it count was terribly childish–but really quite fun if you have an open mind. We went to the the Pacific Science Center down in Seattle. They were exhibiting the science of Ripley’s Believe it or Not, as well as their permanent exhibits. We saw a life size sculpture of the largest man who ever lived–he was taller than us even in a sitting position. We played some trivia games against each other. I never let others win, even on a date. She won once. On a wall was a clown head and inside it a diamond.

“Put your hand in there,” I told her.

“No way,” she said. She has a thing against clowns, apparently.

“We’ll do it together,” I said trying to take her hand and guide it into the clowns mouth.

“Nope.” She pulled back.

I stuck my hand in. I couldn’t grab the diamond. “See,” I said. “Just an optical illusion.

“Really, that’s neat.”

I took my hand out and she put her hand inside the clowns mouth and bent over slightly in order to look see her hand pass right through the diamond there. At that moment I grabbed her sides and yelled, like someone trying to scare their friend on halloween.

Jenna let out a shriek and I busted out laughing as she ran away from the clown head mounted on the wall.

“That was so not funny,” she said, breathless. But she was smiling. I couldn’t stop laughing.

Then we went to the butterfly house, which is my favorite. It’s something about the way they move. But the best part was watching Jenna watch the butterflies. Her smile was wide and eyes bright as she watched white and blacked wings flutter–some with a splash of pink. She pointed out one that looked like it had an owl eye on it. One black and white one chased a pure white one, almost like dogs playing.

“Maybe one’s male and one’s female,” I said. “Maybe she’s just playing hard to get,” alluding to the many rebuffs I faced before getting this day with Jenna.

She smiled and laughed and her eyes looked even brighter when they were trained on me than on the butterflies.

 

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