Strange Country Day
“I was about to hang out with a girl on a Saturday night for the first time. I had no idea what I was doing.
Her house had a huge garden in the front yard that was filled to the perimeter with flowers, shrubs, and what looked like tomatoes, peppers, and squash. I slowly stepped up to the door and rang the bell. Instead of the usual “ding-dong,” I heard what sounded like a stringed instrument being plucked.
“I GOT IT!”
She was wearing a flowery skirt and another pair of those long, da...ngly earrings, and her red-streaked hair was straight. Those dual-colored eyes stared at me for a second, waiting for me to do something. I didn’t budge.
“Hi!” Now she was reaching out to hug me. Okay, that’s doable. I hugged back. Snap. Just like that first time she shook my hand, static electricity from her black sweater shocked me.
“Sorry! We’ll get going now,” she said, sitting down on a bench near the door that looked like a tree trunk to put on knee-high boots.MoreLess
Her house had a huge garden in the front yard that was filled to the perimeter with flowers, shrubs, and what looked like tomatoes, peppers, and squash. I slowly stepped up to the door and rang the bell. Instead of the usual “ding-dong,” I heard what sounded like a stringed instrument being plucked.
“I GOT IT!”
She was wearing a flowery skirt and another pair of those long, da...ngly earrings, and her red-streaked hair was straight. Those dual-colored eyes stared at me for a second, waiting for me to do something. I didn’t budge.
“Hi!” Now she was reaching out to hug me. Okay, that’s doable. I hugged back. Snap. Just like that first time she shook my hand, static electricity from her black sweater shocked me.
“Sorry! We’ll get going now,” she said, sitting down on a bench near the door that looked like a tree trunk to put on knee-high boots.MoreLess
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