"I love you, too, bitch."
So about that pretty girl I went on a date with before..
We went on another date, it brought me into it's world with a folk punk show at a small venue that was also like a flea market type deal where a bunch of vendors were selling all sorts of artwork and patches and jewelry, shit was pretty dope.
Eventually the vendors moved out and the floor opened up as we shifted into full-blown concert mode. Several bands I had never heard of played, now I fucks with all of them. We (mostly it because I'm an old lady with bad legs) moshed, we swayed, we headbanged, we even slow danced, and fucking hells, y'all, lemme tell you.
If you've never had a hot girl come to you, fresh out of another round of moshing, while you're sitting against a wall to rest, look you dead in the eyes with a cheeky grin, knowing you're, and I quote,
"A captive audience who can't look away from me."
Fuckin take her tanktop off, throw it directly at your face and give you another smile before going back into the pit, looking absolutely divine in it's natural environment, under those lights... 10000/10 highly recommended activities to do before you die.
We hit bad weather on the way back to my place, flash flooding, bad roads, hydroplaned a few times, but made it back safe, to only a drizzle by the time we got there...
There we stood, outside its car, lightly rained on, 11 at night, you've seen movies, you know the scene. We kissed, we began saying our goodbyes, and I looked it dead in the eyes and asked.
"Is it too soon to say it?"
And it looked at me, quizzical, amused, maybe mildly annoyed at my hesitation, and laughed,
"I love you, too, bitch."
So we laughed, we kissed, I finally told her I love her, and yeah... That was Sunday and honestly I haven't stopped kicking my feet like a giddy fucking schoolgirl.
It is a weird feeling though, as someone who's been living with both her partners for a few years and not really seeking anyone outside in a while, missing someone like this again... But it's a welcome feeling, all things considered.
And if you're reading this, my gem, and I hope you are, I love you, bitch.