She fretted in the mirror as she quickly scrambled her long hair, desperately searching for the right topology that complimented her gentle features. A little bit of mascara, but not too much! She didn't want him thinking she was a faker afterall.
After some trial and error she looked one last time in the mirror, posed, and said to herself "yeah, I'd give her a second date." Her fake confidence betayed the anxiety this shy and inexperienced girl had on the college dating scene.
She was in the student union when he had trotted over to her spot where she was reading alone and sat himself down. Instantly she buried her head deeper so he wouldn't see her, but he had forced a conversation that she couldn't let go. In the end, in what now seemed like a blur, they had exchanged numbers and agreed to hang out.
Was this a date, was it not? What if they touch? What if...what if they....hold hands! She perished the thought and splashed a little water on her face to cure the blushing.
They met up at a trendy spot in town. She wore a conservative, yet flattering sweater and a medium skirt. An outfit that said she respected herself, but also was outgoing. He showed up in a collared shirt and jeans. She instantly felt embarrassed how informal he looked compared to her. Yet, it showed off a hint of muscle tone she had not seen before. She quickly slapped both cheeks to get the thought out of her head. After some small talk they sat down at a cafe and both ordered coffee. The butterfly grew in her stomach as the realization hit her that this WAS a date. But it couldn't be, such a cute and smart guy taking interest in such a boring girl like her? She took care of her body and appearance, but she was no Alpha Phi Sorority sister. He didn't act like the overbearing "ladies man" that she had read about in novels. He was sweet, funny, and charming.
After the bill was paid, they began walking further down town. She wasn't used to this area, so he explained the sights.
Suddenly, she felt something brush her hand. It was his hand.
The butterfly turned into jet planes as she felt her face almost melt. Could this actually be happening? She had dated once or twice in high school, but those never felt like "real" relationships. She could make this happen. All she had to do was grab the hand. Grab it. Grab it.
Fortunatly for her, she wouldn't need to. She felt one finger go around hers. Then two. Then five. For a second her heart stopped. Then, reality caught up with her and she jerked away.
"Oh, I'm so sorry...I got..." he said as she stoood there, red in the face.
"No...No...my bad...just caught me off guard" she replied, gently pushing away a small braid of hair as she looked down on the ground with a soft smile on her face. She looked up
"L...Lets try that again"
She slowly moved her hand back towards his, and they reconnected. Everything else around just melted away. All that mattered was this small yet extraordinary connection. She fought away the jitters and glanced forward with new confidence. His explanations of the scenery fell away to her thoughts of planning out the second and third dates.
"Are you okay?"
She jolted back, pulled back to reality. "Yeah, lets keep going" she said, then giggled. Without thinking, she pressed her soft body against his arm. For the first time that night, she made him blush.
.
Meanwhile, a few blocks down, in a middle aged suburban house, a pale gallantly man loads up incels.is, and begins typing yet another thread. "Femoids......"
After some trial and error she looked one last time in the mirror, posed, and said to herself "yeah, I'd give her a second date." Her fake confidence betayed the anxiety this shy and inexperienced girl had on the college dating scene.
She was in the student union when he had trotted over to her spot where she was reading alone and sat himself down. Instantly she buried her head deeper so he wouldn't see her, but he had forced a conversation that she couldn't let go. In the end, in what now seemed like a blur, they had exchanged numbers and agreed to hang out.
Was this a date, was it not? What if they touch? What if...what if they....hold hands! She perished the thought and splashed a little water on her face to cure the blushing.
They met up at a trendy spot in town. She wore a conservative, yet flattering sweater and a medium skirt. An outfit that said she respected herself, but also was outgoing. He showed up in a collared shirt and jeans. She instantly felt embarrassed how informal he looked compared to her. Yet, it showed off a hint of muscle tone she had not seen before. She quickly slapped both cheeks to get the thought out of her head. After some small talk they sat down at a cafe and both ordered coffee. The butterfly grew in her stomach as the realization hit her that this WAS a date. But it couldn't be, such a cute and smart guy taking interest in such a boring girl like her? She took care of her body and appearance, but she was no Alpha Phi Sorority sister. He didn't act like the overbearing "ladies man" that she had read about in novels. He was sweet, funny, and charming.
After the bill was paid, they began walking further down town. She wasn't used to this area, so he explained the sights.
Suddenly, she felt something brush her hand. It was his hand.
The butterfly turned into jet planes as she felt her face almost melt. Could this actually be happening? She had dated once or twice in high school, but those never felt like "real" relationships. She could make this happen. All she had to do was grab the hand. Grab it. Grab it.
Fortunatly for her, she wouldn't need to. She felt one finger go around hers. Then two. Then five. For a second her heart stopped. Then, reality caught up with her and she jerked away.
"Oh, I'm so sorry...I got..." he said as she stoood there, red in the face.
"No...No...my bad...just caught me off guard" she replied, gently pushing away a small braid of hair as she looked down on the ground with a soft smile on her face. She looked up
"L...Lets try that again"
She slowly moved her hand back towards his, and they reconnected. Everything else around just melted away. All that mattered was this small yet extraordinary connection. She fought away the jitters and glanced forward with new confidence. His explanations of the scenery fell away to her thoughts of planning out the second and third dates.
"Are you okay?"
She jolted back, pulled back to reality. "Yeah, lets keep going" she said, then giggled. Without thinking, she pressed her soft body against his arm. For the first time that night, she made him blush.
.
Meanwhile, a few blocks down, in a middle aged suburban house, a pale gallantly man loads up incels.is, and begins typing yet another thread. "Femoids......"
