First Encounters.

The new interest. All the butterflies, all the preconceived notions. What will happen? What should you feel? How should act? Still feeling doubt from a former lover, you still head in like a champ. The awkward smiles at dinner, the subtle nature of your smile. You're nervous, even trembling inside, but you still sit there looking pretty. Who knows if this could go somewhere. Maybe this could be the one. All the craziness running through your mind. You sit there and ask yourself "what is wrong with me?", it's too early to plan the future, but it feels so right. You sit there with a civil war going on in your mental, is he like all the rest? After that long kiss good night, you're left stuck in a daze. The long and cute text messages after the encounter. Butterflies is all you feel. All the emotions your body is going through. You want him just as bad as he wants you. The little lip bite, to the lick of his lips that he continuously does. Just let me go is all you can say. The frame of his face, to his style of his dress; you want him! "Baby, its just our first date" we both utter. The mannerism he displays as he stops, a kiss to the forehead to end the night. Date number two awaits.