Tony
I remember the way Tony had asked me out. Now that I think of it, he got me easy cause I liked him too. He got me easy cause I wanted to be gotten by him then.
It was a simple proposal, not much effort put in. And I thought he just wasn't the kind for grand gestures. Not like I didn't want them, but for him, I could do without them.
It was in the beach, and we were holding hands, a giant heart drawn on the sand, and my name in it. There was a mat close to it, with a small picnic basket. I had been so happy to be the one he brought there, and when he asked whether I would be his girlfriend, I hadn't even needed to think about it.
He was elated too, and yes, that night had been our first kiss. He tasted like romance and fairytales then, and sometimes I tasted them on my lips when I let my imaginations go too far.