First date

First, I saw a crochet chicken by his pillow. He told me a girl at his school made crochet animals for a couple of kids, and asked him too about his favorite animal. He said "chicken" because it is what he loves to eat. So, she made him a chicken. Nice!

Not too long after, he was like "Mom, a girl likes me, and I like her too." 

"How do you know she likes you?"

"She told me so..."

Next, he is more secretive and cautious when I enter his room. He lets me know he is changing clothes. As if he is afraid I would see his dick or his last hairs gathered there. 

"Dude, I am still washing your dirty boxers."

In support of his first crush, I suggested him to invite the girl out when we'll be going to a restaurant or something, so they can spend some time together outside school. But she was faster and proactive. She invited him to go with her to the fall festival that just came in town, and go on rides, eat, whatever people do at a faire. I drove him there and let them hang out (contemplating the time when he's gonna get his driver's license).

Later, I was texted he threw up a couple of times, not being used with rides, ferris wheel and this sort of things we did not do with him. But he still did all of them with his girl.

When I picked him up late in the evening, they were coming towards me holding hands. (He confessed to me afterwards that she initiated the brave act....this girl is not shy, for sure.) A cute girl, half Filipina, her mom a teacher at their school.

I was trying to remember my first date, if I had a first clear one, scanning in a haste mixed memories of confusing behaviors, feelings, and events of that era, piled up in my brain. It was the same me, maybe one less polished, but that time seemed strange and foreign... Not succeeding.

At home, he locked himself in the bathroom and it was quiet.

"Everything ok? Are you happy"

"Yes. Throwing up again..."

I retreated quietly. "Fun" commences. Lord, have mercy...