Personal Narrative: Frisky At The Fair

Frisky at the Fair Having known her for well over six years, I thought finally going on a date would be easy. I had a fresh taper fade that felt as if my lineup could cut through steel and a fade as smooth as ocean waves gliding on the shore. After countless minutes scrubbing the soles of my shoes till my fingertips begin to prune, finally the crisp frozen whiteness returned. Having pondered every possibly outfit in my closet and countless wardrobe changes, deciding to keep it simple seemed like the best decision. I sat along my bed restlessly wondering how to approach her, this should have been easy. We had known each other since the sixth grade, but yet my stomach quivered with the feeling of butterflies. As the clock struck eleven the …show more content…
My mind still reeling for the lustful escapade, I had to continue the social progress of the night. I decided that my best option was to sway away from casual chatter or small talk. The last thing I needed at this moment, especially on our first actual date was to initiate meaningless chatter. While in line for the Ferris wheel, we began to banter about the past. Recounting the tale of how we first meet, and how we were mortal enemies on the battlefield of English class. While in mid- conversation I felt something graze the seams of my pants. I took a gander down to see her rump nestled up to me. Letting my natural lust take over, I wrapped my arms around her, holding tight like a child with its blanket. After a while I became enveloped in her body, our heartbeats began to synchronize. Then all was interrupted by the scampering of adolescent children down and away from the Ferris wheel. The line trudged along, hip-hop thumping steadily in the background, beginning to sway her hips energetically. I had never felt so naturally in tune with anyone like …show more content…
A clothing booth caught our attention; creative couple design spatially lined the walls. We were specifically looking at our combine favorite recent animated film, Despicable Me. The blouses were adorned with female and a male minion, both pointing to each other portrayed to be saying, “He is my minion, she is my minion”. The little did I know buying those shirts would be a cornerstone of our whole relationship. While she decided with her favorite and I feel the most common girl color, pink. I chose the color of I like the best and the color of my favorite college team, crimson. Something that started out as a simple corny gift, ended up being something I will always