Third Date

When Brock called me for our third date, I was surprised...thrilled, but surprised. I didn't think any guy would ask a girl out after she had told him not to touch her. I was very pleased to go out with him again, especially when he told me he wanted to go to the circus! (Really, how can you say no when every date is so cleverly planned?)

We drove out to a mall parking lot in the middle of nowhere and there was a giant tent set up for a traveling circus. It was a very good circus. The animals were well trained, the acrobats were wonderful, and the food was expensive. We didn't get any snacks, but Brock kept asking me if I wanted any of the little toys or balloons they were selling. I said no, but then this man walked by with the most alluring little toy and I gave in.

Gordon calls it the seizure wand. It was a clear plastic ball on a shiny red stem. If you pushed a tiny button little lights inside lit up and spun so fast that it looked like a miniature light show. We got endless fun out of that toy and the children in the row in front of us were so jealous! One boy in particular demanded one from his mother, and when she said no he sent us dagger-looks for the rest of the night. It was a wonderful toy. I still have it, actually.

After the show we walked over to Red Robin for burgers. Brock says he watched me take down a massive bacon burger and thought he'd never seen anything so sexy. Hmm. They were very good burgers. Then we drove home. I remember sitting in the car listening to him sing to the radio and thinking, "Well, I wouldn't mind if he kissed me after all!" I even looked at his hand, resting on the seat next to him and had to subdue the impulse to hold it.

When we got to my door, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, as well as a hug. He had definitely earned it and I hoped he would call me at least one more time before I had to leave for school in a few weeks.