by Kyara Miller

Created on: May 24, 2007

Stories About My Life: Part 1: Clinton

My first story isn't going to start at the beginning. I've decided to tell the story of an attractive male I had dated briefly 2 and a half years ago, around September. I had my own apartment and was sharing it with a girl named Toni. I used to meet guys off the net all the time, and Clinton was no exception.

We talked online for a little bit before we met in person and we just totally hit it off! In his pictures he was really cute (and in my pictures I look fatter then I actually am...) and he had long blond hair, and blue eyes. He's 6'3"... and had a smoking hot body. He worked out, played guitar... I still wonder what he saw in me, since I'm overweight! But, any way, he came to my apartment and we hooked up for our first date. Gah. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was soooooo freaking hot!

We sat around and played cards for a little bit, and then he took me to lunch at The Old Spaghetti Factory. He even held my hand. But, after lunch the date was over.

We had a second date a few days later... and it was the most romantic date of my entire life. We didn't do much; we just went to a movie. But I'll tell you what was so romantic about it. Usually when I talk about this date, I burst into tears... it was soooo special. Any way, we went to see Intern Academy. The movie theater we went to was in West Edmonton Mall (biggest mall in the world?) and while walking through the mall, he'd stop every few feet to hug me! We were waiting on the first kiss... mostly because he met another woman he was really interested in and was also dating her... and he didn't want to compromise any decisions by kissing either of us.

I didn't really pay attention to the movie much. Neither did he and not because we were making out (because we were waiting on our first kiss). It's because we kept looking over at each other and just staring into each others eyes. We had such a connection. For the whole 2 hours or so, I knew I was falling for him hard core.

Afterwards, we cuddled on my bed and talked. Still no kiss. He was also mentioning "the other woman" (as I called her, since he wouldn't tell me her name or anything). I knew he and I had a connection and I knew HE knew, but I was SOOOOO afraid that he wouldn't choose me. I know he was having a hard time, having met "2 amazing women" but I also knew I was the right choice for him.

Our third date was on a Friday and it was a sleepover date. I know, strange considering he wasn't even planning on kissing

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