She was an OKCupid date, about 21, petite with an innocent-naive vibe. Slender and pretty. I was 23 at the time and unsure what of what I wanted.
We met at a cocktail bar and were flirting from the start, holding hands within the first 20 minutes. She’d grabbed my hand after a few obvious brushes of her hand with mine. So undercutting the doughy-eyed girl look was a drive to get laid, or touched, or something.
I could’ve been projecting, but she also rested her other hand on my thigh, so signs were pretty obvious. I enjoyed the fact that she was confident without the experience. And I was confident she had little experience from the way she said “I’m sorry, I don’t have much experience on dates, is this too forward?” It wasn’t.
We made out there in the bar like barbarians. I got lipstick smudged on my face and we left, some in-the-right dickheads cheering as we left.