I borrowed a "funky" suit from my brother. She and I went to a beautiful dinner in Capitola at Shadowbrook. Followed by a short drive into Santa Cruz for a round of indoor minature golf.
Samantha always seemed to make it a point to hit the golf ball as hard she could at some point... She rarely finished a round of minature golf with her ball.
After golf, we went to see a local band called Pele Juju.
It was a great night, great music, dancing, and most of all, a night spent with a beautiful woman.
The drive home was exciting for a couple of reasons... the first because she and I witnessed a car accident on Highway 17, a very curvy and windy road. All we saw was sparks flying as a car in front of us scraped against a barrier.
The big reason that night was special roughly 9 years ago was that I had planned along to tell Samantha that I loved her for the very first time. My heart was racing...
Once we got back to my little apartment in Mountain View, I said the words "I love you, Samantha" for the very first, the first time of many...
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