The sky was golden, because of the rain clouds that were slowly disappearing. I went to her house to escort her to mine. I was met by her mother and her, ready to depart. She told me that had I come some minutes later, she would have travelled by UBER, but I insisted on walk the short distance that separates our houses. We had arranged the previous day that she would come to dinner with my family, because I did the same on Friday.
Along the way, we talked about what had happened in that church. I reinstated my point, and she said that, after having it meditated, she thinks that our different ideologies can coexist. We got a bit lost, because I was so focused on what she was saying that I wasn’t paying attention to the route. Luckily, we just deviate a bit, and we found the proper way quickly. I thought that the misadventure had been successful, because we had a little more time to talk alone.
We reached my house, and I told her that she was “about to see some of our neurosis” because we had cleaned the entire house due to her visiting us. My mother had said that she would have cleaned anyway, but I had thought that her visit worked as a catalyst.
My sister and my mother received her nicely. I presented them both to her and her to them. She sat on my usual chair, but I didn’t mind. My sister started the conversation, and I tried to stay out of it as much as possible because I wanted her to know my family and vice versa. We would have time to talk later. The conversation revolved mostly about movies, series, music and education. My sister and she talked about some teacher that they both know, who is apparently very sexist. My mom asked her about some Netflix series and Andrea answered with some that both my mother and she like.
Then the food came in. As she had requested, we had pasta. Not precisely what I like the most (my sister wasn’t too happy about it either), but the dinner had no problems. With her exception, all of us finished eating pretty fast. I thought that my mother had put too much food on her plate, and that she was having trouble eating it all. But my mother said that, compared to other people, we always eat too fast.
After dinner we had dessert. Instead of the usual fruits that there were on top of the fridge, we had the ice cream that she had brought, from the same ice cream parlour that Andrea and I like so much. My mom had also prepared some dessert (as an emergency), and she put it on the table as well. I only ate the ice cream that Andrea had brought; I had no more space in my stomach for anything else.
I went to the bathroom to pee, and instinctively wash my teeth as if I were about to sleep. Next my sister went to her room, and my mother stayed in the kitchen cleaning everything up. Andrea and I went to my room to stay alone for a bit.
I asked her if she wanted to see something of my room, and she answered that she wanted to see my guitars. I played a little tune that I had learnt but I think she wasn’t impressed. She also seemed to know some chords so it was I who was impressed. We talked about religion a bit more, revisiting what we had talked about on the way to my house.
Then we kissed. A lot. I wanted to seize the moment, because it was the first time that we were completely and truly alone. I had to convince her to lie down in my bed, but I think that she liked it because her heart was pounding fast. At first I thought the she was only nervous; I didn’t realised that she was a bit, in fact, excited. I told her that I wanted to know what she thought, what she wanted to do. But she said that she wanted to leave. I didn’t get angry, but I was a bit disappointed. She then called an UBER, and left.
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