tell the truth and say no

"Well. N-N-No not really.", you stammered a bit.

Why would this make you feel ashamed? you just never met someone that you liked. Well, of course, you had met girls before that you liked, but they never were interested in you in that way.

Lisa could see that you were blushing. She grabbed your hand and Lisa squeezed it a little.

"That's ok, John. It just reminds us that we're all alone.", She whispered.

"Heh. That's deep", you said.

"Nah.", Lisa said, "it's from a Paula Abdul song".

You smiled a little.

"How about you?" You ask her.

"The truth?"

"Yes, of course. It can't be that bad." You joked.

"Ehmm," She shifted in her chair, "I was quite a popular cheerleader..."

You instantly picture Lisa in a cheerleader costume. It shouldn't come as a surprise that she had been a cheerleader - she still had the looks for it. You swallowed.

"... I've dated quite a few boys from the football team."

"a few?" she caught you by surprise and you asked the question before you could filter yourself.

"Most of them. I was young. I liked the attention. I just..." she paused, "I am not ashamed of my past, John. I loved sex and I love being wanted. And they wanted me."

You were wondering if this conversation was really happening.

"Ehm.." you stammered.

Your mind was racing: "How did I get here? What kind of a conversation was this - Why would anyone ever be so blunt and truthful on a date?" Maybe she was afraid that her past would haunt her in the future, if she wouldn't have put it on the table. Or maybe she felt her past was not that big a deal.

Finally, Lisa broke the silence. "You know those days are way behind me. You don't mind my past, right?"