There was a man (Part I)

It all started out so simple, so young. Each time I look back on exactly how it begun, I chuckle, but then I must not forget how it ended. So complex, so cold. On a casual afternoon of the weekday, I met this person who at first, did not interest me in any sort of way. "Just an acquaintance", I said to my head. I wasn't sure of anything else, really. Just a typical conversation, a laugh here and there..nothing too out of the ordinary. It wasn't until I received his invite to hang out with him at his place...that made me think for a quick second. "Is he into me?" "No, no, it's just a hang-out, I'm sure I wouldn't be his type at all. I'm no one's type. He picked me up at my home, I got into his car, and complimented him on what a nice car it was. He then said with great confidence, "Hey." Just a small one liner, but sharp and to the point, as that is a frequently used word among today's generation of young men and women. I couldn't help but to not feel nervous, not even in the slightest because I too, had great confidence that we were going to be just friends, nothing less, nothing more. I started a higher level of conversation rather than just the basic "What's going on?" and he seemed to respond very well. I was surprised at how great our conversation was going, as it is rare to really find that with some people that I know. So eventually after picking me up, we drove to his place where we sat down on his sofa to further discuss, and get to know each other better while watching a movie I had never seen. The chemistry was awkward at first, but as the night climbed each hour, I couldn't deny how well things were turning out. I told him things about me I had never really mentioned to others, and I usually do not do that, but something about him made me confide and share. He seemed to just listen and really seemed to care for what I had to say. In a way, it made me smile. No person has really listened to me, about personal issues unless they were a family member, or someone of that sort. The process of us sharing topics, and going at that for a quite a while, really changed the aspect of my whole "He's just an acquaintance", idea. It then came to the point where I thought about something further, possibly the idea of a date, but then I reassured myself, and closed that thought. He and I sat on that sofa the whole night comfortably getting to know each other until he paused for a moment. I asked "What is it?" He then turned towards me and said, "You know there is something I would like to ask you, but I feel it is too soon." I then look at him quite puzzled and could not understand what he was trying to say. I then joked with him and mentioned something to make him laugh. He did laugh, and responded, "Haha, no not that..." I looked at him again, still puzzled, but of course, heavily curious and quite amused. "Well can you tell me, I would like to know what is on your mind..." He shook his head, and said, "No, I can't right now, it's just too soon." I then realized thatit was already going to be 2am, so then he asked if I'd like him to take me home, I agreed, so we grabbed our coats,headed to his car, and off we drove back to drop me off. As short as the night seemed, it came out to be the outcome I had least expected. Once I was inside my room, I thought about the night, replaying everything that had occured over, and over again in my head, just thinking about this person and what exactly he had in mind. As another day came, it did not surprise me that he invited me to hang out once more. I quickly agreed and by the end of this night I had finally found out what it was he wanted to ask me. I got it out of him the hard way, but nonetheless I still had found out. He said to me.."I want to know if you want to be my girlfriend." I was shocked. Only two days into knowing this person, and already he wanted to be in a relationship. I told him, "Wow....", as I recall I didn't say much, I was just so shocked. I could not believe what he had just told me. But remembering how much in common we had, and how great our chemistry was the night before, I felt that it could turn into something great. 11:48 on the clock,and as he was looking at me, waiting for my response, I looked at him, and I paused for a few minutes. He said, "It's up to you, I really like you, and I hope you say yes." I paused once more before I finally came to my conclusion. As nervous as he was making me, there was something alluing about him that I also couldn't deny. I looked at him, and I had made my decision. I said "Yes." He then released this great smile, and quickly grabbed me into a hug, and held me on that same sofa, were we had awkwardly met the night before. I had felt a bit uneasy, I thought to myself, "Did I make the right decision?" "Is this what I really want?" It was too late to go back now, I had already told him yes, so I went with it. It wasn't bad at all, only a bit awkward because of the two days into knowing each other. I felt so safe, so adored, at the time it felt so right. The first time in two years I had been next to a significant other, and I couldn't help but to be happy, to let out a smile myself.