I spent the whole Saturday thinking of a great location for my date with Juliette. Was it even a date ? Did she consider it one ? In those moments of uncertainty, I wish I had a best friend to give me some advice, but I could only count on me and my poor experience at relationships.

After hours of brainstorming, of listing pros and cons, my mind was made up and I went to bed on Saturday night telling myself that if I had no nightmares about the place I would go for it the next day.

I wake up at 9am and I realize I had no weird dream about today, no anxiety, and text Juliette to tell her the place to meet me.

I feel very excited after the exchange of texts. Now I have to find out what to wear. I went shopping yesterday because I only have my loving power suits and designer clothes. I couldn't wear those, they would give away that I was raised in a wealthy family and I wanted her to like me for...well me, if that was even possible.

I went to Levi's and bought several jeans. I also bought a pair of dark blue converse and ended up in Gap where I found some tshirts and hoodies.

I wasn't used to wearing hoodies and I felt a bit awkward, but I have to admit it felt comfy. I was pleased with the result and those jeans really complimented my ass.

I meet her outside the station. She is also wearing jeans with a pair of golas. Blue, the same shade as my converse. And she has opted for a light blue blouse. I feel slightly underdressed now and the situation quite ironic. We hug quickly, and I lead the way. She quickly recognizes the building in front of us.

« I hope you haven't been there yet » I ask.

« Actually, no. I have been in New York for several years now, but I haven't had time to visit many museums.»

I am glad and take her inside the MOMA. We take a map of the museum and she immediately notices the reason I took her there.

« A Kandinsky section, great !! Can we go ?! »

I marvel at her sudden childish joy. Her eyes sparkle and I feel as if I have given her the best present on a Christmas morning. Great that girl is so easy to please. I feel happy with myself and my choice. If I had only known it would be so easy, it would have spared me hours of stress yesterday.

We go straight to the floor where the Kandinsky paintings are. She spends long minutes watching each one, reading the descriptions and details. She even gives me some herself. She seems to know a great deal about the painter.

We keep on walking and soon arrive in another part of the museum, where some Dahlis are exposed together with Munch, Pollock and Warhol. She tells me she loves modern art and can get really emotional by just watching shapes rather than a still life or a portrait.

After almost two hours of rambling, I ask her if she would like to have lunch. She accepts but before we leave the museum, she wants to have a last look at a painting and we end up on the Kandinsky part of the museum again.

She places herself directly in front of the painting and stares at it intently. Not wanting to disturb her, I decide to sit on a couch nearby. I watch her as she is watching the masterpiece. I look at her brown hair falling gracefully down her back. My eyes trail down her perfectly shaped ass and tone legs. I realize she is my masterpiece and I want to know every subtle detail about her.

After a good five minutes, I stand and walk close to her. She seems in a daze. I gently touch her arm and she jumps. Her eyes leave the painting and look at me. They are glossy and she seems sad.

« Is something wrong ? » I wonder.

« No, everything's fine. Let's eat. » 

She attempts to smile but I know something happened and I would love to know what she had been thinking but I won't push.

We get out of the museum and straight to an Italian restaurant. We order red wine and pasta. As we eat, we talk some more about modern art and I discover she knows a lot, about art, and literature. She loves reading and watching series too, she loves listening to pop music and going to the cinema to watch blockbusters. 

But she also goes to cello concerts and can spend long minutes watching a storm coming because of the dark shade of blue the sky turns into. She is the contemplative kind, I gather. And she seems so interesting. Compared to her I feel so empty, uninteresting so I ask the questions and she gladly answers mine.

After lunch she suggests we take a walk in the park. It is a beautiful sunny Sunday and we have to make the most of it, automn is not far away.

We stroll, not talking, enjoying the heat on our skin and each others company. Our fingers graze slightly and I feel my heart racing. Without thinking, I take her hand in mine and she leaves it there. I feel relieved she does not slap me and notice she is smiling.

We arrive close to the softball field and sit on a bench. I know she wants to have a look at the game and seems to silently thank me for the initiative. She explains some rules of the game to me. Although I had played, some of them remain a mystery and I am amazed by her knowledge.

After a while, she looks at her watch and sighs.

« I need to go. »

« Really ? It's only 3pm. » I answer a bit disappointed.

« I am sorry, I am expected elsewhere. »

This girl apparently has a busy schedule. I don't ask where she needs to be, she will tell me if she needs to.

« It's alright. I had a great time with you today. Can I walk you to where you are expected ? »

I can feel hesitation in her eyes but she agrees. We walk hand in hand and stop near a building.

« That's me. Thank you for today. »

« You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it. ».

 I stare at her green eyes, her hand still in mine, and I close the gap between us as I walk a step closer and kiss her. She kisses me back but quickly breaks the kiss. I see concern in her eyes and wonder if I did something wrong. She excuses herself, opens the front door and rushes inside.

« Goodbye. » she says, closing the door.

« Bye » I say to a closed door.

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