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It sure is odd how I seem to lose track of time whenever I'm with Bridget. After an embarrassing scene I made of myself in the parking lot behind the gym, we both decided to go on a shopping date on my next day off. I never would have imagined that my first date with Bridget would be us going out to buy a jockstrap just to make my workouts a little less humiliating.

Donning a blue shirt and khakis, I picked up Bridget from her home early in the day. Her mother treated me civilly which was a huge relief considering when we last met. I tried to start up small talk and she kept her answers short and amiable. Damn, I wish I was better at impressing her. Bridget appeared shortly after my arrival wearing a pink blouse and a yellow skirt keeping our first date casual and comfortable. One day I hope to take Bridget on a more classy date at an expensive restaurant or an orchestra but for now an easy date of simplicity seemed more relaxing. We got into my car and her mother waved us off with a rare smile. Alright, I think that part went well.

Rather than driving straight to the athletics store, Bridget came up with the idea to catch a movie first. Normally I don't like deviations too my schedule but today I felt like I couldn't deny Bridget anything and it's not like I was all too eager to go off and buy that Godforsaken jockstrap. So we took a detour to the cinema where we caught a thrilling French film. It was a good movie but what delighted me the most was that apparently neither Bridget or I needed subtitles because we were both fluent in French. We grabbed lunch at Dream Gale (Zayne's restaurant) where we had a riveting conversation about the movie in three different languages. As it turned out Bridget could speak six different languages where I can only speak four. This girl never ceases to amaze me.

The day was shaping out to be the perfect date. I don't recall having this much fun with any of my previous girlfriends. After some long conversations about our favorite subjects, we held hands as we walked over to the sportswear center. I sighed before the entrance, "Well, might as well get this over and done with."

"You will let me see you try them on, yes?" Bridget smiled as her grip on my hand tightened.

"Wha...? No! Definitely not!"

"Why not? lots of people are going to see you in it anyway at your workouts. What difference does it make if I'm the first to see you in it. If anything it will help, since an onlooker's perspective will help you understand what everyone else is going to think once they see you." I understood where she coming from but still... "Come on, I've seen you in much less. At least make this girl feel special, please? You can just try on one."

I guess I really can't deny her anything today. I groaned, "Fine, just one."

"Can I pick out which is going to be?" She sidled up to me as we walked inside the store.

"You may, but to be clear, I am only showing you one. So make sure it fits."

"You are going to have to pose for me."

"No way."

"At least let me take a picture to add to my collection."

"Not happening! I will let you see me in it but you will not be taking any pictures of me. Understood?"

Bridget grumped but nodded.

With that established, Bridget and I walked straight towards the jockstraps. I was amazed at how many different designs there were. So many different colors and patterns just for jockstaps. I was beginning to feel a little nervous over what design Bridget would select for me.

"Here we go." I was relieved when Bridget handed me a plain black one. Though still revealing, it was a lot more modest compared to all the other designs.

"You want me to try on this one for you?"

"No, I figured you would like that one best," She then handed me a jockstrap with a leopard print pattern on it " but this is the one I want to see you in."

I blushed, "Seriously! This one!?"

"Well, if you're only going to let me see you in one of them, I might as well pick the most exciting pattern. I want our first date to be memorable."

I looked at the offending sports cloth in my hand and sighed. "If this will make you happy, I will let you see me in it but only for a moment."

"One whole minute."

"Ten seconds."

"Thirty seconds."

"Fifteen."

"Twenty seconds and you have to step out of the dressing room so you can turn around for me. I want to see you in it front and back and that's my final offer."

I thought about that for a moment. I can handle twenty seconds right? "Alright, but you make sure none of the store employees are waiting outside when I come out, deal?"

"Deal!" She jumped up and gave me a kiss. I proceeded to the closest dressing room pulling aside the curtain. I gave Bridget one last look and she winked at me before I shut the curtain and I began stripping out of my clothes. I kept glancing at the curtain thinking someone was going to barge in at any given moment but thankfully no one did. Once I was naked, I pulled on the exotic-looking jockstrap Bridget asked me to wear and frowned when I saw myself in the mirror. It was every bit as gaudy as I thought it would be but I had a feeling Bridget would like it so that thought did bring me some small bit of joy.

"I'm ready Bridget, is the coast clear?" I called out.

"None of the employees are anywhere near here. Now would be the best time. Give me a show Avery!"

Twenty seconds Avery, that's all you have to do. I took a deep breath as I grabbed the curtain and marched right out of the dressing room in nothing but that leopard print jock. I spread my arms red in the face as I walked up to Bridget. "W-Well...what do you think?"

She looked me up and down with appreciation in her eyes. "Very sexy, Tarzan." Bridget smiled. I was about to start the twenty second countdown when I noticed a flash right next to me. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed we weren't alone after all. And they just took a picture of me!