Thanks!My First Date
Ah, hello and welcome to the cave, the central area of my brain. The pictures you see that paint the walls around you, those are my memories. I wouldn’t spend much time looking at them, they are rather boring if I do say so myself. But if you insist, I’d look at the stalagmites first, they are those rooted best into my mind, and as such are the ones I take to mean the most. The doors you see scattered throughout, lead to different areas of my mind. My hopes, my dreams, my wishes, my thoughts, everything. Now, you’re wondering why I’m showing you all of this. Mainly, I just wanted to share a dream of mine. There probably won’t be much point behind it, but I presume that it might evoke some feelings in you. So stand up, let us walk through the door to my dreams, and I will narrate you through the scenes which you will see.
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Here we are, make sure you close the door behind you, I wouldn’t want any of my dreams escaping. Don’t be alarmed as the dream forms, you will find yourself in a new world, just follow my lead and we should be fine.
The room you have just entered shifts forms to reveal a girl standing in front of a dresser selecting jewelry, and making sure her hair is just right. She is about sixteen years old, has brown hair, stands 5-10, and has brown eyes. The room is decorated with a lot of disney related images, and hanging on her door is her cheer outfit that she has just hung up upon returning from practice.
This is the dream of my first date, my perfect first date I suppose. The girl you see peering into the mirror over there, goes by the name of, Alyssa. I’ve had a crush on her for three years, since I was thirteen years old. But I mustn’t get into the memory side of things. If we climb out the window here, we should see me pulling up in my car before long.
The strange man climbs through the window and jumps down to the ground twenty meters below. He appears unharmed as he walks to the curb and beckons you to do the same.
There I come. Now before I get all the way here, let me emphasize that this IS my “perfect” date.
A car pulls up by the curb and stops. The door opens to reveal a young boy stepping out, sixteen years in age, short, dark brown hair, a full beard of stubble, and hazel eyes. He is wearing faded jeans and a black button up shirt.
This Aston Martin One-77 would be my dream car, but seeing as it costs nearly two and half million dollars, I suppose we should pick something new. (The man waves his hand) Yes, this is my current car, a 2001 Audi A4.
By this time, the boy has made his way to the door.
The man you see opening the door up there at the house is her dad. He’s a dentist, and has been mine for my entire life. We exchange a few words and I watch as Alyssa comes to the door dressed in whitewashed jeans, and a tie-dye shirt. She is beautiful, but then again, she always is. Her dad issues the usual from dads, be safe and have a good time. We nod and climb into the car.
Now, if you would allow me to fast-forward to the actual date part, we shall skip all the driving.
The man standing beside you closes his eyes and moments later you find yourself in a dimly lit restaurant, and sitting at a table in front of you are Alyssa, and her date.
As you can see, the first thing we would do is eat. After all, that is what most people end up doing, isn’t it? That or go to a movie. That said, I do believe eating to be quite a dull experience. It seems to me that using it as a date is more of an excuse to say you have spent time with one another. Most of that time is spent chewing or talking about trivial matters that people care very little for. That said, I’d try to make it somewhat meaningful. I’d try to find out what is going on her life. See how she is doing, and see what I could do to make it better. If you’d like, you could sit here and eaves drop. If not, step through the portal after me and we shall skip on over to my favorite part of the dream.
He closes his eyes and a portal appears near the two of you. He walks through and you follow.
This, is a beach. You could probably see that though. Is it far fetched? Maybe. But who said your dream first date had to be completely realistic? There we are, walking hand in hand along the coast.
The man points ahead of you, where you can make out the two people you met previously walking together, at the edge of where the waves meet the sand.
There is some deep conversation going on down there you know, at least it is deep to me. Meaningful. You can listen in for a little bit if you’d like.
You find yourself suddenly beside the two.
“So, is your dream living up to it’s expectations?” Alyssa asks.
Jacob smiles at her, “I don’t think you quite get how much this means to me Alyssa.”
“What has it been? Two years?”
“Well, two years since Jantzen took it upon himself to make you hate me. Three years total that I’ve loved you.”
“Loved me? Even though this is only our first date?”
“I like to think that when you know who you love, it doesn’t matter how many dates the two of you have been on. I’ve been around you long enough to know that there is no one in this world who makes me happier. To hear your voice, to see your smile,” he pauses. “But then, I suppose that is somewhat selfish, isn’t it?”
“To want to be happy?” She raises her eyebrows.
Jacob can be seen considering the question. “Maybe not so much wanting to be happy…. I think too many people chalk love up to mean happiness with another person, but I don’t think that’s it. Which leads me to another thing. There is no one in this world I would rather see happier than you, and that Alyssa, is true love. So as an answer to your first question, yes Alyssa, I love you. I know it, and whether you choose to accept it or not, well, that is up to you. As long as you promise me one thing.”
“And what might that be?”
“If you choose not to accept that I love you, make sure that whatever you do in life makes you happy. And if you choose to accept it, make sure that, that will make you happy.”
Alyssa looks down at the sand squeezing on her bare feet, and somehow, you can see her thoughts. She is imagining a life with him, and the sand sparks the thought of him hugging her, in a loving embrace as she stands in a white dress, with an unfamiliar ring on her hand.
“You’re right you know, about love,” she pauses, “There is just one thing I’m having a problem with.”
“And what is that?”
The two of them stop and face each other. Both hands are interlocked now, and Jacob gazes at her affectionately as she continues to look at the ground. Slowly her head rises.
“If I agree to what you ask, I will be vowing to make you happy, which kind of states that I love you, doesn’t it?”
Jacob smiles again, “We can only know if you agree to the deal.”
Now Alyssa smiles and a tear begins to run down her cheek. Jacob reaches up to brush it away and she laughs a little half heartedly. “Well then, I agree that whatever I choose, will make you happy, and I think my choice might make you the happiest.”
The two begin to move closer to each other, and you find yourself back by the door to exit the room of dreams. The scenery is being blocked from your vision by the strange man who is sitting upon a rock and watching the scene you have just left.
If you don’t mind closing the door on your way out, I think I would prefer to stay here for a while before coming back to reality.
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