most of
the time, without looking first. Who was I to judge? I was going out tonight
with a guy whose last name I still didn't know. I suppose that I could ask
questions tonight, get to know Luke a little bit, and he could get to know me.
I wasn't particularly concerned about where we were going because Boston had so
many options. Perhaps we would go out dancing or to a bar and grill, but this
time, I would refrain from drinking – much. That last hangover had been a doozy
and I wasn't in any hurry to do a repeat. Plus, I wanted to keep my head about
me on this first date.
I wasn’t overly paranoid, but I was also aware that
dating in college could be tricky. Some guys thought nothing of putting stuff
into drinks, coercing their dates to have sex with them, and I had even known
one girl last year who had been raped on her first blind date. There was nothing
wrong with being cautious. I should have told Luke that I wanted our first date
to be in a public place.
I wasn't going to rush into anything, but was just
testing the waters. If I stuck my toe in and nothing bit it off, perhaps I
could have a little bit of fun with Luke. Then again, he might turn out to be
nothing but a big jerk. Time would tell.
I finally decided on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
After all, he had said casual. I wore my hair back into a simple ponytail, no
makeup, and completed my ensemble with tennis shoes. I didn't think, with him
driving, I would need anything, but I slid my student ID and a $20 bill into my
tennis shoe just in case I decided halfway through the date that Luke just
wasn't working for me called a cab to bring me home.
I glanced at the clock, realizing that Luke was
scheduled to pick me up in ten minutes. Just as I decided that I would go
downstairs and wait, a knock on my door caught my attention. "Come
in!" Selena opened the door and stood in the doorway, giving me the once
over.
"You wearing that on your first date?" she
asked, her face scrunched with dismay.
"He said to dress casual," I shrugged.
Selena, on the other hand, looks fantastic in a one-piece summer dress that clung
to her body. A pair of flats and a few accessorized pieces of jewelry gave her
a fresh, sophisticated look. "You, on the other hand, look great," I
smiled.
She glanced down at herself and smiled. "I do,
don't I?"
We both laughed and then she gestured over her
shoulder.
"I'm going to leave and should be back by
midnight. You?"
"I have no idea what Luke has planned. I have
some money just in case I need to take a cab home, though. Where are you
going?"
Selena smiled. “You're always expecting the worst when
it comes to guys, aren't you?" She shook her head. "Well, no one can
say that you're never prepared for Plan B. To answer your question, we're going
to an Italian restaurant and then we’re going to stroll along the
waterway."
I was just about to respond when I heard a loud noise
outside in the street and then grew louder. I realized it was a motorcycle. I
frowned, glanced at the clock, and then looked at Selena, my eyes wide. "I
certainly hope that's not Luke!"
Selena quickly stepped into the room and made her way
to the dormer window overlooking the street. "Black bike, black leather
pants, black leather jacket, pulling off a black helmet, with the most luscious
black hair I've ever seen?"
"Oh God, it is him," I exclaimed. "A
motorcycle? I’ve never been on a motorcycle! I don't want to go racing around
town on a motorcycle-"
Selena waved her hand. "Where's your sense of
adventure, Jessica? I've been on a motorcycle plenty of times, it's perfectly
safe! He’s wearing a helmet, and it looks like there's an extra one attached to
the back of the bike.” She gestured out the window. “See? He's not
careless."
I stood where I was, my heart pounding with dread and
my mouth dry. Definitely not making my list! A motorcycle? On a first date? Was
he crazy? A moment later, we heard the doorbell ring. I gave Selena a hopeless
glance before