Yup, you heard it here first. Brady and I went on our first date yesterday. It was nice. A little bit awkward, for me, at least. Considering that it was my ONLY first date. As everyone knows, I always say I've gotten my heart broken various times. Well, the truth is, it's only been broken from afar. The boys I like just never gave me the time of day. I was so messed up. But whatever, they were assholes. I don't know what I ever saw in the guys at my old school.
Anyways, back to the date. We went to the movies. Deer Park Cinema in Port Angeles. Brought back some memories. I don't particularly like going back to PA, but I guess it was inevitable. Facing the past is better than trying to just completely block it out.
We went to see funny people. It was rated R, so I had to bring my Fake ID. Why do I have a Fake ID, you may ask? Ask I said, I had a fucked up child hood. I had the fake ID because I've always looked older than my actual age. I used to go to a bar when I was depressed enough. No one knows that. I'm trying to give up the alchohol thing. Thank the christ that Brady didn't ask WHY I had the ID.
When I went to get popcorn, this skeeze kept hitting on me and trying to get in my pants. This was strange to me, cause, I mean, I know I'm hot. I know I'm a good looking girl. But the guys never looked twice at me because I was usually such a mess. But this dude was nasty, acne all over his face and all.
So, the movie started and it was already pretty hard to focus on it with Brady so close to me and breathing right in my ear. 'Bout halfway into the movie he kinda just started attacking my neck with his lips. It felt nice, but I told him we'd save that for later. Which was hard, because I wanted to make out with him like an animal right then and there. He told me the movie was kinda turning him on. Which I knew and was planning on would happen because I had already seen it and knew there was some sex scenes. It wasn't as funny as the first time but I kinda just was focusing on figuring Brady out.
After the movie we basically sprinted to the car and had a nice makeout session. And damn, that boy is SUCH a good kisser. Even better the second time. But the first kiss will always be special to me. He slept over my house last night, and he's still sleeping now. I don't really want to wake him up. He looks so cute and peaceful. I'll let him sleep.
This town is turning me into a softie, and I really don't want to loose my edge. It's always defined me. I don't want to end up like another of those girly girls who meets the guy of their dreams and looses themselves completely. I'm going to stay true to myself and my personality. Hopefully Brady doesn't detest who I really am. Because, like it or not, I'm a bitch.
