“How about a date?”

"Hey, Vanessa," I said.

She turned her head, still walking, but slower. My eyes undeniably drawn to her booty. So full and yet so firm.

"How about a date?" I said, my voice almost cracking. Almost.

{if Confidence>7}Where did my confidence go? I felt ****, like I was a kid again, asking the cute girl to prom. Was this some sort of test from the game, I wondered. {else}I wished I had put more points into Confidence. I felt like a kid asking the girl-next-door to prom.{endif}

"Candle-light dinner? Roses? Romantic walks on the beach? Sorry, I don't do dates," she laughed. "Try Tinder, bro."

I watched her walk away, re-joining her client by the stationary bikes. As they started talking, it felt like Vanessa didn't care about me. Even worse, it felt like she had rejected me.

I was disappointed in myself.

Turning to the mirrors on the wall, my reflection caught me by surprise. In a split second I saw my old self, before it switched back to my present state. The difference was night and day. I turned towards Vanessa, and saw her catching a glimpse of me. No, this is not over yet, I said to myself.

The next 20 minutes I spent concocting a plan. I assured myself that I wouldn't fumble the next time. {If Intelligence>8}Using my high Intelligence, it was easy to look up and parse through several guides on how to talk to successful women.{endif} {if Charisma>8}I knew that my natural charm would come in handy, unless the game made me act as my old self or something.{endif} {if Cock_length>8}I took a quick bathroom break and looked up some porn, making my cock swell up and increase my visible bulge. If that wouldn't make her interested, I didn't know what.{endif} Finally, I looked up her info again and saw that she likes thrillers. OK, so she likes to get her pulse up and feel something, I thought to myself.

When her client left, I quickly gathered my things and walked up to Vanessa. She turned to me, surprise in her eyes.

"Back for another rejection?" she said, all cocky.

She threw her dark pony tail over her shoulder, looked at me with a smirk. I was not about to let her beauty get the better of me, but she made it hard.

"You don't do dates, but do you do fun?" I asked her.

"Why, I-" she started.

"You look like the kind of woman who loves thrill and excitement," I continued.

The gorgeous woman cocked her head slightly, waiting for my next move. {if Cock_length>8}Her gaze briefly lowered to my groin, almost too briefly to catch, but I did. She bit her lower lip slightly, looking back into my eyes with a glint of desire.{endif}

I took her hand. Soft and tender despite living in the gym.

"Let's go mountain biking," I said, "Tonight, before sunset."

She smiled.

"That does sound _fun. _But I don't have a bike."

"Don't worry, about that. I have a spare," I said, "Might have to adjust it to your size, but it'll work out fine."

She smiled.

"OK, if you have time after all, and a bike for me..."

"Sure."

"OK, then. Meet me up at my place at 7pm?"

She gave me her number and address.

I pulled her in and gave her a peck on the cheek. She giggled.

"Getting confident, are we?"

I grinned.