Now when I said that this girl was my perfect girl, I was not just referring to her looks. The way that she responded to my dumb question will always stick out as a main reason that I fell in love with this girl.
“I would love to, but do you know anywhere that we could go,” she said as she walked up to the window and ordered her dinner.
I laughed, really embarrassed, thinking that I had just blown my chance with the most beautiful girl that I ever had the guts to go talk to. I was so sure that she thought I was a moron. I was ready to just turn around to find my friends. I was completely caught off guard when Sara turned to me, twirling her hair around her finger, “So are you gonna pay, or is this gonna be one of those dates?”
I was simultaneously confused, embarrassed and excited. I mumbled incoherent words as I reached for my wallet. She smiled and grabbed her food and walked over to an empty table to sit down. I quickly ordered and joined her. We started talking and it was like we just clicked instantly. Her sense of humor and sarcasm was almost identical to mine and her personality really reminded me a lot of my mother’s. We talked for almost two hours about a variety of things until I realized that I had a problem. My friends that I had come with were nowhere to be found and I had no way to get back home. Sara realized that I was a little troubled by something, “What’s going on?”
“Oh it’s nothing bad. I just realized my friends that drove me here are gone and I have no way to get back to my house.”
“That’s fine I have to go home right now anyway, you can just come with me.”
This girl just kept getting better. She was hot as hell, had a great personality, and she was willing to drive me home. I thought that there was nothing about this girl that wasn’t absolutely perfect, and then a mini van pulled up right in front of us. The woman driving was really hot. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She had brown hair, and looked like she was a smaller woman, from what I could tell from her sitting down, and her chest looked like it was irregularly large for her size and body type. As I looked closely at her she really looked a lot like Sara. For some reason as I was looking at her, I had that strange feeling that I had met her before, but I had no idea where from.
“Finally my mom’s here” I heard Sara say, which broke my complete focus on this woman in front of me. I heard her, but what she said did not completely register with me at first.
“Wait, that’s your mom?” I asked, slightly confused.
“Yep”
“Why is she here? Does she need you for something?” I said, completely not realizing what was going on.
“She’s here to pick us up, DUH. You said you needed a ride”
“I thought that you were going to drive home”
“How could I do that, I don’t even have a permit yet”
“What? How old are you?” I have no idea how the two-hour long conversation that we had earlier never touched on this subject.
“Fourteen. Why? How old are you?”
I still to this day am still not quite sure why I answered this question like this: