Melissa's parties always have one theme in mind: matchmaking. Explore four months of parties, and four different couples.
Month 1- Focus- Ryan and Emily
I watched as people filed thruogh my door. Nine, ten... eleven. My parties were always kind of exclusive, consisting mainly of close friends and, of course, the two people I was putting together.
"Okay, if everyone can make their way into the rec room," I shouted as I guided people from the foyer to the room I had previously set up for the party, and, of course, its main game. Everyone looked up at me in expectance.
"The game we are going to play is called 10 minutes in the closet. Some of you are familiar with it." There was a buzz of chatter and I waited for silence before continuing. "The girls will sit on this side of the room, and the guys on that side, and in the envelopes are two names of people here." I wiggled my eyebrows mischieviously. "Those two people will go into that closet and, do whatever they want for ten minutes. Oh, and the girl is blindfolded. The guy may remove the blindfold if he wishes, or, he may choose to remain unknown. I think that's all." The crowd divided and the girls and guys huddled in their separate circles. I joined the girls.
Some were nervous, others excited. I looked over to Emily. She seemed kind of bored. I could understand, she didn't know anyone here all that well, and she was kind of surprised to be invited to one of my parties. There were giggles as the envelope was opened, and everyone looked over at Emily. She was confused at first, then her face flashed in understanding. She walked to the closet, her face a careful mask of composure. But I saw that she was a little reluctant to make out with a total stranger.
I looked over the partition at the guys. They were all slapping Ryan on the back, and he was grinning. I guess to him this was an opportunity to hook up, no strings attached. But then he looked away from them and his expression was full of uncertainty. Still, he walked to the closet with his head held high, free of anything he had been feeling a minute ago.
So time passed, seeming a lot longer than ten minutes, and I took down the partition so everyone could watch as the happy couple marched out (and I was sure that they would be a happy couple. I was great at reading people).
**Inside the closet***
I waited there nervously. After what seemed like forever, I heard the roll of the sliding door to the closet. I sucked in a deep breath.
"Hey," a soft voice called.
"Hi," I replied tentatively.
"Look, I don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't want to do," the voice called again. "Actually, I'm not sure I want to do this myself." He admitted. I exhaled.
"So... what are we supposed to do for ten minutes then?" I asked awkwardly.
"I dunno... talk, I guess."
"Okay, tell me what qualities you like in a girl."
"Well, I'd like to date someone who's a good listener, likes to laugh, and knows how to have a good time." Woah. It was like he was describing me. "What about you? What do you like in a guy?"
"I want a boyfriend who respects my boundaries, tells me I'm beautiful, and doesn't bash me when he's with his friends." I paused. "Do you think that's too tall an order?"
"No, not at all. I think I know just the guy." I waited for him to continue. Instead, he leaned in, pulled off my blindfold, and hesitated. "I know I said I wasn't going to kiss you, but..." He trailed off.
"It's okay," I whispered. I leaned in at the same time he did, and then we were kissing. It was a nice, soft, gentle kiss, just like I've always imagined my first kiss to be. We spent quite a while in that position, before, blushing, I unglued my lips from his.
"Sorry," I apoligized. "But I think our ten minutes are up." I pointed to the clock. He blushed and nodded. We opened the doror and stepped out. He slid his hand into mine cautiosly. I squeezed his hand to show him it was okay. He relaxed. And then, suddenly, everyone was cheering.
"Is it okay if I kiss you again?" He asked quietly. I nodded and we kissed again. It was a short kiss, but it was full of promise. We stood outside on the porch when the party started to dwindle.
"Look, I really like you, and I want to see you again sometime. Here's my number." I gently took his hand and wrote down my phone number. I wanted to stand there forever with him, but my brother pulled into the driveway.
"There's my ride. Gotta go. Call me!" I shouted before jumping into the passenger seat. I watched him until he was out of view.
"Have a good time?" my brother asked. "You're practically glowing." I grinned. He had no idea.