As we walked down the street towards the bowling alley, I noticed a warm sensation within my stomach. “What in the world is this feeling?” I thought to myself. I also noticed I felt relatively relaxed, considering this was my first date with any female, and my first time holding the hand of someone other than my mother when I was little. “Whoa...” I said out loud. “Hmm?” she said, giving me an irrefutable look. I looked her in the eyes, scrutinizing her distinctive look. As I stared into her green eyes, I had felt like I was sitting on a bed of grass on the side of a mountain. I felt the sun 's warmth, the soft grass, a gentle breeze, when all of a sudden; BAM! I managed to run right into a trash can which was conveniently located in my path.
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As long as it isn’t too serious, of course. I felt pleased, knowing that even though I wanted to avoid getting too close romantically, that we were naturally good friends. We got along extremely well, we’re comfortable with one another, and enjoyed spending time together with much enjoyment and relative ease. It has only been 10 minutes together and I already feel closer to her, than anyone else. What were these feelings forming inside myself? I felt a passion, I felt as if I had found someone unlike anyone else. She had been incomparably beautiful, outrageously enjoyable to be with, illogically strange; yet bestowing me with refreshing vigor. The feeling of being in the center of a tornado is an experience few people have ever had the unfortunate pleasure of enjoying. What I was feeling at this moment is the only feeling comparable to that situation. Being surrounded by obvious uncontrollable power, rampaging around you; yet you’re in the calm part, relaxed while at the same time energized and alive. I have never encountered anything that could relate to what she was putting me through; and her beauty had me …show more content…
“Yes! Now, memorize this number, for this is the number you will lose on!” I said, giving a very confident look. “Oh, it’s on Alex!” she replied, throwing her fist in the air. We entered our names in the machine, one twist, while she wasn’t watching I changed her name to “loser” for amusement. I went first, managing to get a perfect strike with no effort at all. “Wow! I had no idea you were good at this….” she said with a concerned expression on her face. I gave a little victory dance and a flick of my wrist as if I were bowling: “Oh, it was nothing but pure, unadulterated skill. Which derives from my many years of training under professionals through my adolescence.” “Psssshhhhhtttt, suuuuurrrreeeeee.” she said as she threw her head back in disbelief. I nudged her shoulder, saying: “You’re up loser.” Pointing at the monitor which displayed her name, however, I noticed mine said “fail.” Glaring at her I muttered: “Well played, well played indeed...” She approached the bowling ball dispenser with a little victory strut, grabbing the bowling ball, she lined it up, she winded it back and threw it backwards, nearly hitting me. I quickly moved, standing there giving her a very unmistakable expression, “Don’t say a thing!” she said without hesitation. My look grew more and more subtle, causing her to rage-quit in amusement. “No, don’t give up! Here, I’ll explain how you bowl.” I said, as I took a hold of her hand, directing her towards the bowling lane.
As long as it isn’t too serious, of course. I felt pleased, knowing that even though I wanted to avoid getting too close romantically, that we were naturally good friends. We got along extremely well, we’re comfortable with one another, and enjoyed spending time together with much enjoyment and relative ease. It has only been 10 minutes together and I already feel closer to her, than anyone else. What were these feelings forming inside myself? I felt a passion, I felt as if I had found someone unlike anyone else. She had been incomparably beautiful, outrageously enjoyable to be with, illogically strange; yet bestowing me with refreshing vigor. The feeling of being in the center of a tornado is an experience few people have ever had the unfortunate pleasure of enjoying. What I was feeling at this moment is the only feeling comparable to that situation. Being surrounded by obvious uncontrollable power, rampaging around you; yet you’re in the calm part, relaxed while at the same time energized and alive. I have never encountered anything that could relate to what she was putting me through; and her beauty had me …show more content…
“Yes! Now, memorize this number, for this is the number you will lose on!” I said, giving a very confident look. “Oh, it’s on Alex!” she replied, throwing her fist in the air. We entered our names in the machine, one twist, while she wasn’t watching I changed her name to “loser” for amusement. I went first, managing to get a perfect strike with no effort at all. “Wow! I had no idea you were good at this….” she said with a concerned expression on her face. I gave a little victory dance and a flick of my wrist as if I were bowling: “Oh, it was nothing but pure, unadulterated skill. Which derives from my many years of training under professionals through my adolescence.” “Psssshhhhhtttt, suuuuurrrreeeeee.” she said as she threw her head back in disbelief. I nudged her shoulder, saying: “You’re up loser.” Pointing at the monitor which displayed her name, however, I noticed mine said “fail.” Glaring at her I muttered: “Well played, well played indeed...” She approached the bowling ball dispenser with a little victory strut, grabbing the bowling ball, she lined it up, she winded it back and threw it backwards, nearly hitting me. I quickly moved, standing there giving her a very unmistakable expression, “Don’t say a thing!” she said without hesitation. My look grew more and more subtle, causing her to rage-quit in amusement. “No, don’t give up! Here, I’ll explain how you bowl.” I said, as I took a hold of her hand, directing her towards the bowling lane.