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It was a disastrous first date, full of mixed signals and covered by a haze of confusion and followed all night by old dates trailing the proceedings like idealized ghosts. But even so, there was a moment, a moment when she entered the bar's back room with a drink in her hand and saw him in the crowd of people, watching the stage and waiting for the band and waiting for her to return with her drink, and she wanted to hug him. She didn't know him, not really, and yet suddenly she needed to walk up to him and put her arms around his waist and feel his arms wrap around her and hold her safe forever.
Other boys had made her crazy, made her doubt everything she thought she knew. Other boys lit her on fire, made her feel like every atom had just woken up. Other boys bored her into submission; other boys confused her. But none had made her feel like she could surrender, like she could turn herself over to them and it would be okay. She hadn't known it was something she wanted.
So she walked over to him standing in the crowd, and she handed him the drink and smiled and made no move to touch him at all.