The thing about first dates is that the awkwardness is inevitable for the first couple of minutes, or the whole time if you are both introverts.
Luckily for me, holding a conversation comes naturally and so the awkward silence is only temporary. My exuberance always comes in handy when I intend to get a girl in bed, something I wear like a badge of honor. But if I am being honest, when I placed the two soft knocks on her door, I was giddy with nervous anticipation and I almost didn’t hear her answer.
Ella, the girl who invited me to her apartment today, is determined to make this as painless as possible. She made sure to have some of my favorite movies and popcorn. However, my eyes are transfixed on her body and not the T.V. Like I am in a trance.
She is cooking dinner and is wearing a black form fitting dress beneath the apron. Any other girl would have been embarrassed of showing the flesh around her waist but not Ella. She strikes me as someone confident about her body. From her endowed chest to the big ass, the Caucasian stranger I met on Plenty of Fish is exactly who I pictured to be. Sexy. Classy. Fun. Authentic.