Chin-face-date

when planning a first official date I suppose most normal people would consider such things as a walk in the park, or a candlelit dinner...haha...but my dear friends, I am not normal, so sorry to bust your bubble but my norm invites absolute craziness into the mix, as you will find out...:grins:

--on the fated day of Friday, April 21st, a young man by the name of Jay Donor appeared at my house, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, expecting to pick me up for our first date...upon his arrival, however, he opened the door to find my sister accompanied by a big grin, holding out my cell phone, some cheese and apples to aid him on his quest, and a note for him to read...on my cell phone was a video I had constructed a day earlier with instructions along the lines of, "your job is to find me to prove yourself worthy to me as a boyfriend" followed by a variety of hints as to where I was...the video pictured me, or rather, my chin, from an upside-down view with a nose, eyes, freckles, and mustache drawn on to my o so lovely chin-face...I had no reason to start out the date normally as you can see..
--while Jay was receiving these instructions, I happened to be crouching down behind a dirt pile at the property of a house that my dad is renovating ("Jake's house" as we refer to it)...you see I was waiting for Jay to appear in search of me...I had a few gripping moments when a car that I thought was Jay's passed, and also when a truck pulled up alongside my car..but both were false alarms and my heartbeat managed to slow down a bit....then he came...the poor unsuspecting boy..little did he know what he was undertaking...I watched him pass by the house and decided it was time...creeping slowly round the dirt pile I snuck up to the side of the house and peeked round, hoping that he was far enough ahead..satisfied that he was nearing the selected place I crept up to the porch and grabbed a Super Soaker from under a tarp that I had hidden there earlier..I also grabbed my boombox that I had placed on a table too....
--what I needed to mention earlier is that the clues would have led Jay to a bull-dozer sitting in the field...I had dressed up a dummy in my clothes and placed it just so it would resemble me as if I was just chillin on the seat...according to Jay, he completely fell for it, and snuck up to it all stealth-like..(didn't actually realize it wasn't me until he had climbed onto the dozer)..haha.. a compliment to my artistry...haha I wish I had seen that part...but unfortunately I was still clambering up dirt hills at this point...
--[in 8th grade Jay dedicated this song by fastball to a girl over the radio and the lines went like "she's so high, so high above me she's so lovely"....] with this humourous weapon I climbed to the top of the dirt pile and proceeded to blast the song, while holding my super soaker up in the air and shouting "Yeahhhhhhhhh!" it felt like a cheesy movie, skinny little me playing this song, shouting at this stud across the field....Jay climbed on top of the dozer and just stared at me...due to the fact that I still felt cheesy I decided it was time to act...I charged/stumbled (my legs were shaking from the adrenaline) down the hill and Jay took off...an assortment of sounds flew out of my mouth along the lines of "You punk, wuss! wanna fight? get back here! wuss!" clearly I was ready for battle...with that Jay began charging towards me...my expression changed to one of immense worry and I began yelling "No! Jay! nooo!" and trying desperately to shoot as much water into his face as possible...
--the super soaker was surrended and water began pouring down my neck...but plan B was about to spring into action..I ran to the dozer and grabbed the bag of water balloons (that I had placed there earlier) from underneath it and began pelting Jay...and missing.....and running...and pelting...and missing....finally managed to escape Jay's grip and pop a nicely targeted balloon on Jay's butt and head...both were equally satisfactory...I mean, in the popping part of course...altho Jay does have a studish head, his butt is lacking in proportions..but we can't fault the boy too much...he makes up for it in other ways :grins:
--after the water fight died off I received a banned kiss...banned because I still hadn't been asked out..so I pushed him away and demanded the question...I received a grin and a bit of silence...wondered if he was rethinking and then he asked...and voila, what was my answer? yes? not at first in fact I told him I'd been rethinking and we should prolly wait another 2 months...haha of course I was kidding and with a yes I got an unbanned kiss and the 1st part of the date was over....
--the 2nd half of the date entailed exploring an old trailer/truck/a burned down house/burned down barn...been there before so I knew the sights...after our adventures we ended up watching "Walk the Line" at my house...grand movie> I recommend it....
--so for those of you who may have 1st dates, or anniversaries coming up, and you want to blow your man away...let me know if ya need some crazy-heart-pounding-water-fighting-kiss-catching-adventure! haha groovy....THE END (of this adventure--more to come I'm sure)