A few days after Halloween, we had our first date. He was such a gentleman. He was dressed in a nice pair of khakis and a button up shirt, I was in a pair of my "good butt" jeans and a grey spaghetti strap shirt. I felt a little worried, because he was so dressed up and I looked like I was going to go to hang out at a friends house... He opened and closed the car door for me and off we went.
We drove around for a while trying to find some place private where we could talk some more, which in a small town, was really hard to find. We finally ended up at an old baseball field. It was getting dark, and I should have been worried... here I was out in the middle of nowhere, by myself, with this guy that I barely knew, and it was getting dark... but I wasn't worried at all. I felt so safe and comfortable with him. We sat on the bleachers talking about anything and everything. Then we saw a fox run across the field. It was a perfect night, in a perfect setting, with a perfect man.
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