It was a gorgeous, bright Sunday morning in September. I woke up with excitement knowing that I was going to witness the Saints play against the Atlanta Falcons at the Superdome. It had been five years since I had gone to a football game. For Saints fans, New Orleans versus Atlanta was an important one. Not only was I excited, I was very nervous. I received the invite through a text the night before from a guy named Eddie. Knowing he was in a two year “on and off” relationship, my first thought was, “Oh, his girlfriend and he must have broken up.” Although the invitation was friendly, I could not help but to believe that he was just trying to use me. My trust issues have led me to be negative towards men. But I decided to give him the benefit
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He texted me letting me know he was outside. I opened my front door and I saw a jacked up F250 on thirty-five inch tires with dark tinted windows. All I saw was the outline of him as I walked closer to the truck. All these feelings of excitement and anxiety were combining all together as I reached the passenger door. I felt as if I was a shaken up bottle of coke that was waiting to explode. My final thought before I entered was to stay cool. I opened the door and awkwardly climbed into his lifted truck. He was as handsome as I remembered him to be. His eyes reminded me of gorgeous ice blue sapphires. His smile made me uncontrollably smile. He wore his hat low, giving him a mysterious touch. We greeted each other with a “hello” along with an awkward hug. As I sat back in the seat, the first song he played was Kashmir by Led Zeppelin. I instantly became excited. Before I could even think about what I was going to say, I blurted out, “Oh my God! How did you know?!”
“How do I know what?”
I suddenly realized he had absolutely no idea that I loved that song. I stared at him for a moment trying to think how I can explain myself.
“I’m so sorry! For some reason I thought you knew that I loved Led Zeppelin, but you had no clue.”
With a smirk on his face, he replied, “You know, other people can like Led Zeppelin
He texted me letting me know he was outside. I opened my front door and I saw a jacked up F250 on thirty-five inch tires with dark tinted windows. All I saw was the outline of him as I walked closer to the truck. All these feelings of excitement and anxiety were combining all together as I reached the passenger door. I felt as if I was a shaken up bottle of coke that was waiting to explode. My final thought before I entered was to stay cool. I opened the door and awkwardly climbed into his lifted truck. He was as handsome as I remembered him to be. His eyes reminded me of gorgeous ice blue sapphires. His smile made me uncontrollably smile. He wore his hat low, giving him a mysterious touch. We greeted each other with a “hello” along with an awkward hug. As I sat back in the seat, the first song he played was Kashmir by Led Zeppelin. I instantly became excited. Before I could even think about what I was going to say, I blurted out, “Oh my God! How did you know?!”
“How do I know what?”
I suddenly realized he had absolutely no idea that I loved that song. I stared at him for a moment trying to think how I can explain myself.
“I’m so sorry! For some reason I thought you knew that I loved Led Zeppelin, but you had no clue.”
With a smirk on his face, he replied, “You know, other people can like Led Zeppelin