My First Date Essay Sample

Clearwaters Camp in Minnesota is one of those places where you go once, and it lingers in your mind forever. I was sixteen years old, and the family had decided that Clearwaters, in the land of 10,000 lakes was where we would be spending the whole of June. We arrived with my family; my two 12-year-old sisters Alana and Casey and my dad. Mum was on a diplomatic mission in Montreal, Canada and my older brother Josh, an investigative journalist, rarely had time these days but he said he would make time to see us at home in Seattle. From our home in Seattle, we had taken a direct flight to St. Paul, Minnesota. My first observation was that the Minneapolis- St. Paul Airport was busy. People were flocking around in summer dresses, shorts, sunglasses and vests carrying lightweight travel bags- all of them looking to enjoy themselves. I slept on the one hour drive to summer camp but I was woken up by a bubbly and roaring noise so far in the distance I thought I was dreaming.

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"Briana wakey wakey!" My twin sisters chorused while shaking my shoulders. The girls were all kinds of excited. I woke up to see the most beautiful thing ever. The entrance to the camp was over a deep ravine, about a hundred feet of jagged cliff and rock running down vertically. The ravine was just about thirty feet across, and a six-meter-wide concrete and steel bridge separated us from the camp. Dad turned back to us, and with his usual dramatization, he stopped the car, spread his hands and said with a genuine sense of wonder in his voice, "Welcome to Clearwaters Camp kids." Alana and Casey for once were all quiet, taking photographs on dad's phone. Dad had wholly forbidden the twins from bringing their phones to summer camp, but that did not stop the twin's enthusiasm. There were two large stone lions on either side of the entrance. At about ten feet from the bridge roared gallons of water into the ravine a hundred feet below. There was so much water in this place that it was easy to forget it was summer. It was quite a different welcome we had to Clearwaters.

It was almost 4 pm when we made our way down to the circular lake in the middle of the camp. The lake was nearly a perfect circle around its edges. It was just under a mile across, and our tour guide informed us that this time of the year it was thirty to fifty feet deep though in spring it was much more in-depth. We were in the same boat as Michael. I noticed because he was unquestionably the quietest person on the canoe. He was staring at the lake, at its clear waters as if trying to know the secrets of the fish swimming beneath. "We have bluegill, northern pike, bass..." our guide's voice carried on. At that same instance, Michael turned his head towards my direction, and piercing blue eyes looked straight at the window to my soul. I felt naked to his stare. My cheeks turned rosy red. I broke the stare and sidled over to my father who was throwing his fishing rope over the side. The boat had stopped because this was the best fishing spot on the lake. As I bent over to remove my fishing equipment, I felt a shadow fall across me. I looked up, and Michael was smiling. "May I?" he said, pointing to the fishing rod, line, and hook. My father was so busy reeling in his rope; he did not even see his oldest daughter getting approached by a handsome stranger. His hook had caught something.

I steadied my breathing and replied "Sure." He picked up my fishing equipment and started assembling. He assembled parts of the rod and handed me the complete rod. My father had taught me how to assemble one when I was ten, but I as a lady had to appreciate the help offered by a gentleman. "I am Michael by the way," he introduced himself. Michael was a high school senior from New York. Alana and Casey came around and started shadowing us. I wanted them to go away, but Michael started to banter with them. He told them they were pretty just like their older sister. I blushed at that I was comforted that both Alana and Casey's cheeks flushed red too. "And who's this young man taking over my family?" My father had come over. Michael spoke sooner than me. It turns out his family had a restaurant in New York, and he was quite good at fishing by his admission. My father and Michael engaged in a fishing challenge, and he caught two five pound bluegills and a massive forty pound pike. My father caught a twenty-pound bass. My father said that we were having fish for supper and invited Michael. The camp allowed people to carry mature adult fish.

After setting our tent, Michael prepared supper which was finger licking good. My father also went to sleep for like two hours and told us to behave ourselves. Michael flushed at that, and I felt giddy inside. We roasted marshmallows for a while, seated around the fireplace, campers surrounding us by the lakeside. The stars were out, and the lake reflected them. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. It was all very magical. I do not know what time it was when Michael leaned in and stole a kiss. I kissed him back, and we broke the barrier. My heart was fluttering, and Michael was looking deep into my eyes. He asked for my number, and I gave him my phone. He dialed in his phone number and called himself to confirm.

"Briana I had a wonderful day."

"Me too, Michael," I said

"I am glad I met you."

"Me too, Michael."

"Can I see you tomorrow on a proper date?"

The question was a request I could not reply with a simple "Me Too." I kept quiet. I did not know why. Michael was talking, "I mean this has been an awkward first date with your father hovering around." Now he was whispering, with a conspiratorial smile dancing around his lips. I told him I was free from 5 pm and he said he would call me the next day. He kissed my cheeks, wished me goodnight and went back to his tent at the other side of camp. That night I slept well dreaming about the awkward first date I just had.