Last Night

I went on a date with a boy I knew in high school. He had asked me out in high school. And I turned him down.
I regretted it.
I had seem him as a friend. And it took me a while to see him as more than a friend.
After I had turned him down.

He asked to meet up.
And I accepted.
It had been over 8 years since I had seen him.

The entire night was a surreal experience. Of past knowledge and 8 years of experience merging.

It's almost as if I got the chance to fix a regret.
And I got an adventure.
Few people are up for ridiculously crazy, spur of the moment, silly adventures.
But get a guy on a first date trying to impress...
I always get an adventure out of it.

This adventure ... Convict Hill Quarry, Gus Fruh water hole, swimming after midnight on the greenbelt under a clear sky of stars...

The guy that I went with works for Texas Parks and Wildlife and carried a knife on him. I told him I wanted a knife too. I attached it to my belt. It was color coordinated. I made jokes the entire way to the water about using the knife. If you know me, you know how ridiculous that is.

At the end of the night, walking to the exit of the greenbelt the bushes started shaking...right by the exit. Big shaking. Human shaking. Scared, hidden behind my date, mouthing "Holy Shit," I took out my (his) knife and said, "If you're a pervert, I will cut you" in my most threatening voice. The bushes stopped, we walked by, exited the park and got to his car. He started laughing once we were in the car, repeating what I had said.

I guess I wasn't as threatening as I thought. But the bush man stayed in.
I think I want a real knife of my own now.

And he said he would teach me how to shoot a gun. I don't want to own a gun. But I think I want to know how to shoot one.

Don't tell my mom.