Saturday Night In Cando

Saturday night was a social event, a time when country and town folk spent an hour or two in visiting after their grocery shopping was done. The young folks gathered as young folks do, gradually peeling off two by two. Some had found future mates in school, marrying soon after, as a rule. I was three years younger than my school mates and as a result I had no dates. My mama had kept me firmly in hand until I was older, you’ll understand. So I had never been kissed as yet, that Saturday night when we first met. I was old enough now but fellows were few. He caught my eye for he was new. He was working in town at the local news and could have his pick, any girl to choose. So I was surprised that it was I, the quiet one, he stayed close by and politely asked to walk me home. I had no idea my world he’d rock as we walked slowly up the block. He tipped his hat and away he went and left me to savor the time we’d spent. How many days passed, I do not know when he phoned to ask if I would go to the local theatre picture show. He didn’t need to ask me twice, I told him I thought that would be nice. That was then my very first date and that is how I met my mate. This time when we parted he asked for a kiss. And I suppose I shouldn’t admit to this, but I’m sure I liked it as much as he. In one year we were married. Oh lucky me!!! Title of Contest "My First Date" Judged 7/28/11