“Let’s get ice cream!” she suggested.
“Sounds good,” he agreed.
They drove to a local shop known for its homemade gourmet goodness. The sweet confection at this place had an exceptionally high fat content and the rich treat coated one’s mouth with the specialty flavors.
“How about we share a banana split?” she said.
“Sure, whatever you want.” he readily assented. She was beautiful and he was in love. He would do whatever she suggested.
They ordered a traditional banana split with all the usual flavors. One scoop of vanilla, one chocolate, one strawberry, three toppings, a fully split banana, whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry on top. They took a seat at one of the outdoor tables facing the tree line and began to eat.
Her hair glowed in late afternoon sunlight. The sunbeam intensified one part of her shiny locks in a way that made him pause his breathing. After a moment, he looked away from her head and extended his spoon. He stopped when he saw the contents of the bowl. They were almost half gone and rapidly disappearing.
She ate like a machine. Spoon, bite, spoon, bite. Most of the toppings were gone along with two of the three scoops. Chocolate had been at her end. Strawberry used to be in the middle. Now, only part of the vanilla ball remained. That, and most of the banana.
He grabbed the bowl and pulled it close to himself. She stopped her spoon mid-stroke and held it poised in the air.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I thought we were going to share.” he replied.
“We are!” she objected.
“Not really.” he answered.
She put her spoon down and used a paper napkin to wipe her mouth. He watched as her lips twisted and reformed into their normal curved appearance. He instantly forgave her for the ice cream and his desire rose in an urge to kiss her.
“What are you doing?” she asked again as she pulled back from him, extending the distance between them.
“I want to kiss you.” he stated.
“Not now. We’re here for ice cream.” she said in a serious tone.
“You are right,” he responded, “Ice cream comes first.”
Days later, she suggested they go out for ice cream again. He readily agreed and they drove to the special shop. At the counter, she looked to him and asked, “Another banana split to share?”
“No. Order what you want. I’ll have mine in a separate bowl.” he answered.
Have you ever had an experience that was amazing the first time, but terrible the second time around? Or vice versa? What made it different the second time?