girl meets boy

Usually, whenever I meet a guy for the first time, I try to meet him halfway and set the "date" on a neutral ground, if you will. I don't play coy and ask him to pick me up. I mean, I can walk, I can drive, or I can take the cab or the train to go anywhere. But I most certainly have not (at least I don't think so) gone over to a boy's place for a meet up.

But it was different this time. I was excited to meet this guy. I have heard only good things about him and I actually couldn't wait to see him. On THE day, I look at my watch every now and then to check if it was time to go and meet him. I fretfully anticipate and even tried imagining how it was going to be.

At last, I get to his place. I see him from across the room. He is soooo cute and looks adorable. And so very young. I feel old just looking at him. As I walk towards him, I feel myself age with every stride I make. He turns and I see a hint of a smile and I feel young once again. I stop just in front of him...tentative, unsure, afraid. I look at him for what seemed like an eternity but was really only minutes, maybe even just seconds. Against all better instincts, I grab hold of him and take him in my arms. And I smile! Awwww! This cute two-week old baby boy is going to turn heads and break some girls' hearts someday. For now, he is our bundle of joy and is the delight of everyone's hearts!