This date is about strep throat Valentine's Day guy. We are going to call him Jimmy.
Part of freshman orientation at my college is being able to go to a theme park about 2 hours away with the rest of the freshman, some college administration, and the student government and a couple of club leaders.
Jimmy and I basically met on the bus. We had previously met the day I moved in when he helped me carry tons of my stuff to my room which was up a flight of stairs and at the very very very end of the hall. I didn't really talk to him then since I was caught up in the excitement.
Anyways, Jimmy and I exchanged numbers on the way to the park and never really ran into each other though we kept texting trying to find each other. (I did meet my best friends on this trip, though and I am still close with them. One of them passes as my cousin and wing lady when we hang out).
Finally, we all leave and I of course go on the same bus Jimmy is on and find a seat right next to him. Jimmy is a junior and I am this tiny little freshman- seriously though, I was small. I ran in high school and was still a pretty active runner. Jimmy asked me to dinner that night and I obviously said yes.
Straight off the bus we went to a pizza joint that was in walking distance of the school. I was still wearing the park trip shirts and probably smelled disgusting- truthfully, I'm still shocked he didn't say anything.
After pizza we went for a quick drive to the beach. The beach had (and continues) serious erosion going on at the time. There was about a 4 foot sand drop from the initial time you got to the beach. Then, you didn't have to walk down steps to get to the beach but now, the bulkhead is completely exposed and you have to walk about 15 feet down to the sand and the tide comes all the way. It's pretty bad and we're lucky we don't get too many hurricanes... The first part actually applies to the story, the second part is just my concern for my favorite city.
This was the first time I had seen the beach here since I was little and was shocked to see the sand drop. Jimmy wanted to romantically next to the water so he tried to help me down. I don't really like being helped with silly things like that because I am not a damsel in distress- so I did it myself.
As I am trying to walk down this thing, I slipped.
On my way down
I accidentally punched him in the nose.
He said he woke up the next day with a bit of a bruise and blood all over his pillow. We seriously should have taken that for a sign and just stayed as friends. But that would have been too easy.
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