You were camping at Shenandoah National Park and I was
visiting my grandparents in VA and we met in the middle for a Friday night date
in Lynchburg. It was the first time we
had actually seen each other since we had been “official”. You had not slept for 27 hours because of
working the night shift and then driving.
We went downtown to ghost-town-on-a-Friday-night Lynchburg, had tapas
and wine, then beer at a lounge. They
gave you a black polo to fulfill the dress-code. We held hands for the first time in the booth
and then just before leaving you kissed me in your car in the parking lot of
Sears. I was supposed to head home around
11pm; I left at 1am. Mom my called as we
were “saying goodbye”, I got in trouble, and then I got pulled over (but no
ticket!) on the way home because I was speeding. It was one of the best dates of my life!
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