Another week went by. Flirting and texting all day at work, snuggling up on a couch together after work. It was glorious. I was falling hard and fast. She said she was too.
I told her that I was going to take her on an official first date that weekend. Because up to that point all we’d done is chill on a couch or go out shopping.
So the weekend came. It was an innocent, but fun little date. We went putt putt golfing. Got some dinner. And then went to a local bar for a few drinks. We were all over each other. Kissing and touching. It was just… good.
“She’s kind of a little freak for coming off as a cute, shy mouse-type girl. At the bar she was talking about how she wanted to sleep in my bed with me that night, and that she usually sleeps naked. And that she’d sleep topless with me if I didn’t care. Of course I didn’t fucking care!”