Buzznet Story Teller's Assignment #7: My First Date.

I can't remember my first ever date, but I remember my first date with Andrew, so I will tell you about that one, and how we met because that'd more interesting.

Two and a half years ago, I was working on the Benefit counter in Gatwick Airport. When I first started there six months before, I'd noticed this tall bald guy who was covered in tattoos. Now anyone who truely knows me will tell you, I never ever notice or "fancy" someone for their appearance, to me it is totally irrelevant. Anyway, when I saw Andrew my heart would beat so fast and I couldn't stop looking at him. For months he walked past and just nodded at me, until one day when, being the outspoken loud-mouth that I am, I exclaimed "I think it's really rude that you walk past me every day and don't even try to start a conversation". He looked shocked, and then this huge grin beamed up on his face. He walked over, crossed his arms and looked down at me and smirked.

"Ok, so what would you like to talk about then?"

"I like your tattoos"

"Oh really, do you have any?"

"No but I've designed parts of sleeves for people"

I cannot for the life of me remember how the rest of the conversation went down. But that's all history now. A few days later, I messaged him on Facebook with a sample of my artwork, he messaged back two days later. When I looked at his profile, I saw he had a girlfriend and my heart sank. I also had a boyfriend at the time, but things hadn't felt right for a while. A week or so later, Andrew broke up with his girlfriend; they'd been together two years. It turned out that we had the same day off, so I suggested that he met me in Brighton to cheer him up. My boyfriend didn't mind because at that time, most of my friends were guys. Andrew and I had a great day as friends playing arcade games and handing my CV into different shops as I wanted to leave the airport. When I got home I knew I was with the wrong guy. I felt horrible for having such a wonderful day with another man, but I couldn't help how I feel, I had kept everything just as friends with Andrew so I had no reason to feel guilty, but that's just how I am. I broke up with my boyfriend at the time and he took it surprisingly well. We were two very different people. He's since got a new girlfriend and they are totally happy together so it was meant to be. :)

About a two weeks later, Andrew and I went to a pub after work. Our first date. He was sat with his arms crossed and I was playing with the salt and pepper shakers across the table, he moved his hand out and grabbed onto mine. His palms were so sweaty and his face went red; I was so surprised that he was nervous. That I of all people made HIM nervous. I thought he was gorgeous and he thought the same of me. I'd never imagined it; I thought he just wanted me as a friend. After sitting and talking for hours I drove him home, he asked if I was his girlfriend. I asked if he wanted me to be his girlfriend, and that's how everything started.

After being together for a few months, he admitted to me that I was the first girl he'd ever been attracted to instantly; he loved my pale skin and dark hair. I loved his big strong arms and bald face. And after getting to know him, I loved Andrew even more. Every day that we spend together I realise how much he means to me and how lucky I am to have met him. I completely believe in fate and I believe that he was the reason why I ended up working at the airport; after all I hated everything else about that job!

Sorry for such a huge update, it just made more sense to post the whole story! ♥