A First Draft
We didn't go on our first date and last date until about a month after we met. Our first real date anyways.He took me out for sushi and I felt like it was the first of many moments. God, I was so wrong.The night I met him, I was hanging out with my ex-boyfriend. He'd had to work late but picked me up at the movie theatres around nine. We drove to his place and he held my hand on the way there. I thought it was brave of him. Granted I did fuck him that night and every time we saw each other after that. But what can I say, I've always fallen in bed too easily with the sort of guys who shyly tell me how beautiful I am. I believed him though. I wanted to crawl inside the way I felt around him and stay there, because with him there was safety and the feeling of being needed and wanted. But then I started falling for him and couldn't hold it in any longer. I never saw him again after that.