I’m Samantha and what you´re about to hear is not one of my best stories… For many years I was very ashamed to talk about this. Now it just seems a funny memory, though I was the victim of the joke. This story start as many teenage girl’s stories do: with a Guy. Jason Bench, that was his name, the hottest guy who ever graduated on my school. He was like a legend for all girls, basketball team player, good grades, beautiful green eyes, perfect teeth and a couple of years older than me. Who doesn't want to be with someone older? Jason wasn't a good match, he was THE GREATEST match.
I met Jason at a party, my brother Charlie knew him cause they graduated together and he introduced me to him. Charlie also knew that I had a crush on him. We talked for a few hours. I don't really remember about what, but probably something regarding basketball. Don´t judge me, you wouldn't know how to react when the greatest creature ever created was talking to you. Yeah, I might be exaggerating. The greatest creature ever created is Ryan Gosling.
I think Jason enjoyed our conversation, he told me that I was a good listener and a really pretty girl. I was 15 and I have a nice figure, but nothing compared to what a girl his age could offer. Anyway, he invited me to the movies for the next day, he was really excited to watch the new Terminator film, one of the few things I remember from that night is him talking about his enormous admiration for Arnold Schwarzenegger. Guys things, I guess
I was really nervous, trying to pick the best outfit for the date.I spent like 2 hours putting together the perfect look. Nothing seemed to work! My older sister Sara helped me by borrowing me her white skirt, which matched perfectly with a blouse I had. She also helped with my makeup, nothing too serious, I didn't want to look like if I was going to a party, just a nice and clean makeup for the night.
The thing is... This was my first date ever. The first real date. I used to go out with a guy before, yet we always went out with a group of friends, we kissed one time and I think I liked him, but it was just a dumm, brief teenage romance. Jason was the first guy who asked me out and I really wanted to have one of the best nights of my life, and It was… For the first half-hour.
He arrived at 7 pm in a really nice car with some flowers and chocolate for me. A bit much maybe for a first date, I didn’t mind. He opened the car door for me and secure me with the seat belt, it was like a scene taken from The Notebook, well, I didn't watch The Notebook, but I supposed that something like that had to happen, right? It's a romantic movie.
We arrived at the cinema just in time for the movie. Terminator was okay, I guess. I´m not really a fan of those movies, not like Jason, almost 2 hours of movie and he didn't try to hug me or kiss me, he was so focused on the movie that he never realize that he ate the chocolate he gave me. I was a bit disappointed, but maybe guys are like that. It was my first date, I had no idea about men’s behavior.
After the movie he drove over a hill until we get to a part/point where we could saw all town, we sat on the hood of the car and watch the stars, it was very romantic, and that point I really didn't care about the chocolate or Terminator, it was perfect… until I felt something weird in my panties, and nope, I wasn't horny. It was my freaking period at the worst possible time.
My cycle was a bit irregular, but there was no sign to think that it would arrive soon., I had no pads nor tampons with me and we didn't have any grocery close by. And remember, I was wearing my sister´s white skirt. Could it be any worse? OF COURSE IT CAN. Jason tried to kiss me at that specific moment.
WTF dude? You didn't do it in the movie cause you were so much focused on Terminator and now you want to do it, in the worst moment, when I literally feel like a broken plum? To be fair he didn't know that I had my period but I just had a lot of things on my head to handle, I couldn't kiss him.
He separated a little from me and looked at me confused and I can't blame him. I moved away from the hood and saw a really big bloodstain on my skirt and in his car, Jason noticed too. I started crying and he tried to calm me down, he put some papers over my seat so I wouldn´t ruin the seat and drove me home.
He hugged before I got out of the car, I ran as fast as I could into my house, I wanted to shower and then cry all night long. Jason tried to met me later, but I felt so embarrassed that didn´t know what to do… 3 years have passed since that day and I haven’t had the courage to speak to him again. I might be ready now and I wonder what he’s doing in life. Should I give him a call? What do you think? Maybe we could have a laugh about the old days...
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