Date

Five past seven a knok on the door starteled me. I had just visited the loo for the n’th time. I dried up, tucked again, had a last look over in the mirror, and opened the door. First thing i saw was an idefinet amount, probably a dusin, of red roses, then his nervous smile. He led me to the waiting taxi and we drove to an Italian restaurant he knew. Well inside we ordered, and got served the most delicious italian food I have ever tasted, such a shame my stomach was in a flutter and I could hardly eat any. He asked if something was wrong, and I opened up and admited I was nervous. He smiled back and said, “So I’m not alone”.

This interaction helped me relax, and I was able to fully enjoy the wine and the tiramisu for desert. The conversation, that had been a bit slow, picked up speed. After the restaurant we hit a bar near the restaurant. The bar had a small dancefloor and a DJ, and after a few drinks he draged me, or did I drag him, to the dancefloor. First there were some regular slightly upbeat disco, then the pace changed to a slow dance. We hesitated a bit before I moved into his arms and we danced slow and tight. I felt his body next to mine, the bulge in his pants grew a bit. He tried to hide it by pulling a bit away, but I almost instintively pressed into him and the bulge. Then he kissed me. My head exploded. He pulled a bit away, oviously nervous he had done something wrong, but I moved in and kissed back. We kissed a bit more while dancing, moved to a table ordered a new drink, which were left untouched.