To Date, or Not to Date

It is again time for me to share with you my various embarrassing, and otherwise self-consciously distressing tales.

Today was the date of my first “date.”

The girl in question is Kendra, and the place to which we were to go was Performance hall, where a play called The Tempest was to be performed. I was to meet said girl at ten minutes following the hour of seven o’clock. After a quick rundown of everything that I would need, I was off to meet my fair lady, at the last minute remembering to grab the tickets. (Boy, that would have been embarrassing if I had forgotten the
tickets.)

On the journey to the girl’s dorms, I proceeded to talk myself into being nervous, even though there was no need to be nervous. Several girls giggled at me as I set foot inside the girl’s dorm’s lobby, but I paid no heed to them. I stood there in the lobby for approximately 30 seconds before a young lady kindly informed me that, contrary to my understanding, men were not allowed to wait for girls in the lobby.
Acting upon this new knowledge I escorted myself to the door with the big “EXIT” sign hanging above it. Again I paid no heed to the girls who proceeded to giggle at my breach of the well established rules of BJU.

Shortly thereafter, a being emerged from the doorway. Not a mere girl, but an angel. She was pulchritudinous in every sense of the word. Her radiance shone round about her like the sunbeams of midday. No maid have I seen so fair in all my days, for it seemed as though the whole world was beautified by her presence. As she walked there was as if, an aura surrounded her making her 3 stops brighter than anything else around her. (lol photography joke) An aura surrounded her, only to magnify her beauty by tenfold. A stream of light shone down upon her from the sky, like a giant spot light from heaven.

She descended the stairs with the grace of a princess. With a smile sweeter than fructose, she looked at me and said, “Shall we?” The warmth radiated by her expression nearly melted my inner being. It took all my strength and will power to resist the overwhelming urge to pump the air vigorously, and shout “YES!” at the top of my lungs, but resist the urge I did.

We walked slowly along the road to the Performance Hall. Every bystander could not help but stare in awe and amazement at her matchless beauty.
All too soon our walk was over, and we had we reached our destination.
We were ushered in and directed to our seats.

The lights were dimmed, and the play commenced.

Though spectacular in both plot and performance, it was a constant struggle to keep my focus on the play. My eyes continually longed to gaze into Her eyes, but using every ounce of will power that I posses, I managed to keep my eyes on the stage.

The play was in short, hilarious. But the thing that I loved the most was when I could hear Her laughing. Her laugh is like none other, the perfect balance of everything lovely and desirable one could possible posses in a laugh. Every time I heard her laugh my heart overflowed with joy and excitement. Just knowing that she was joyful, caused me to be satisfied.

When the show was over we all were quickly and quietly ushered out of the building. We walked along together to Her dorm, where we said our heart wrenching farewells, and she disappeared from my sight. Once she had departed, I turned and embarked on my lonesome journey back to my place of residence, saddened by the separation from my soul mate, Kendra.

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Ok, in all seriousness. We had a great time. The show was extremely funny; people would be speaking in Shakespearian one sentence and then modern English in the next. I’d say that we enjoyed one another’s company, because going with a friend is more fun than going alone. Oh, and Micah Coston was one of the performers, he came to Poland on the BJU mission team back in ’03 I think, so seeing him on stage was cool too.

Anyway, we had a good time, but neither one of us is looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend. We just went together because we both wanted to see the show, and like I said, it’s more fun to go with friends.

Timothy

P.S. I finally used pulchritudinous in a sentence. :P