I had a date Friday night.
This Girl was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She had sandy brown hair, with deep, dark brown eyes, and a smile that made me smile. Really. She would smile, then I would smile instantly. I tried to play it cool, but she made me feel like I was a kid again.
We had dinner at my house. It was Good Friday, so I made a cheese dish with a fruit salad. It’s not that she’s a vegetarian, but her religion would not allow her to eat meat on the Friday prior to Easter. I respect a girl who stays true to her upbringing. So, we feasted on “Quesadilla con Manzanas.” Que Bueno.
After this scrumptious feast, we drove to St. Louis’ FOX Theater to see the Musical “Bring It On.” I had one eye on the stage and one on this beautiful angel to my left. The show was about a High School Cheerleading Squad (if you’ve seen the movie by the same title, then you get the gist of the musical). The cast was the most talented group of people I’ve ever seen in one location. For 2 and half hours, they sang, danced, twirled, tumbled and stomped their way into my memory forever. How are people that talented? I couldn’t even memorize that much copy, much less sing it, dance and do back handsprings across a stage in perfect synchronization. And, it was LIVE. One take. Fantastic.
During the Intermission, my date and I talked about High School. She wouldn’t stop asking questions about my High School experience, and I asked her questions about her schooling. She’s very smart with much to offer to the conversation. I was thoroughly engaged. It turns out she’s a very good singer, but is a bit shy in public. Very cute.
During the 2nd Act, she whispered in my ear that she was very thankful for me taking her to see this show, and even held my hand. I smiled. Again.
As we bounced out of the theater singing some of the songs from the night’s performance, we were planning our next date. It turns out that she’s a baseball fan.
Then, we headed back to her home. I had the Radio tuned to XM79. That’s Radio Disney for you non fans. We sang all the way, well almost all of the way. As we pulled into her driveway, I noticed that she had fallen asleep. So, I parked the car, scooped her up in my arms, carried my date inside, tucked her into her bed and kissed her forehead.
Before I left her bedside, I whispered into her ear, “May all your dreams come true Delaney. Thank you for being my date tonight. Daddy loves you. Give me an I-L-O-V-E-U-A lot.”