dating diaries: big watch guy (conclusion)

I should have told the truth, I thought as my head hit the wooden fence, I should have told him that I wanted to go to my homecoming football game, that I have friends and a press pass waiting for me on the field. But I didn’t, and my head was throbbing as he pulled me up from the mud with by my wrist.

I gently held the wadded up, ice filled, dirty, t-shirt from his truck to my head. I glanced at the clock as he changed the radio station. I’d been with him for just about two hours and I already was thinking of my escape route.

“Let’s go to Liberty Land!” Steve shouted from the back seat. My heart sank as everyone agreed. Again, he towed me around by my wrist like a five-year-old and sang Kelly Clarkson songs to me in the truck.

Liberty Land is a run-down amusement park. We played mini-golf and laser tag. Two things I don’t quite enjoy. (I would like to say that I’m not being rude. When I’m on a date, I do my best to enjoy what I’m doing because this guy has taken the time to plan something and is paying for me.) He kept whacking people with his golf club, and shot me over fifty times. 

We went to a park for some reason. It was now ten o’clock.

“My curfew is eleven” I informed Kyle, as he was having a flexing contest with Steve. I think he did this because he wanted to show me that he is strong and dropping me was a fluke.

After Kyle nodded in recognition of my words, Caitlin returned from her sudden trip to the bathroom. She looked as if she’d been crying. As a girl, I uphold The Girl Code, when a girl who you even slightly know appears to have cried, it is your duty to ask if she’s okay.

“My ex just called me and he wants to get back together! I’m so confused! I feel like such a skank. I shouldn’t get back with him because I’ve kissed six boys in the past three weeks we’ve been apart!” She began to weep into my lap. I gently stroked her hair, grateful for the break from the testosterone contests.

“It’ll be okay. I promise. If he’s right for you, he’ll understand and forgive.” I mumbled.

“How many boys have you kissed? I feel like a hussy”

“Um.. Maybe I’m not the person to ask…”

“Whoa. You didn’t strike me as that kind of girl..”

At this point in time, I had been in a few complicated, for lack of a better word, relationships, but I still told her the truth.

“I haven’t kissed any boys. I’m VL.” (my first kiss is a grand story)

She looked at me like I had two heads. 

After more wasted time in the park, I insisted to be taken home. My head hurt and Caitlin kept whispering things to Steve. And as we pulled into my driveway, she whispered something to Kyle that gave him a gleam in his eye. He smiled and nodded as he opened the truck door for me.

My house is on a corner, so the front door cannot be seen from the driveway. He grabbed my wrist as I walked up the stairs.

“I had a great time, it was really great to meet you” I stated, LIES I thought.

“So did I! I can’t believe my sister didn’t think to introduce us before.” He smiled a supposedly seductive smile and hugged me. But, as I pulled away he kept his hands around my waist and his head began to turn…

 Oh no! Not like this! This WILL NOT be my first kiss!  

I used my cat-like reflexes to quickly hug him again and then run inside, slamming the door on his over-sized watch and puckered lips.