My sister was really nervous about going on her first date. She had finally gotten the courage to ask her crush out and he agreed to get dinner with her after school that Friday. I had agreed to be her wingman mostly cause I was tired of having to listen to her panicking through the thin wall between our rooms. Since I’d been dating my girlfriend for a few months now, Sis wanted me to give her some guidance on what to do and what to expect on her first date. After talking her through most of it, she asked if we could do a practice run. We sat at the kitchen table and I pretended to be her crush as she practiced. After a second go, she seemed ready to me.
Of coarse, being her overly worried self, she insisted that we practice a full date, start to finish, actually going to the restaurant at night. I figured it would be better than having to endure her panic attacks for the rest of the week so I begrudgingly agreed. That night, I drove my car around front so she could practice being picked up. Things started well as she got in with minimal tripping over her words as she addressed me by his name.