As I prepared for dinner & a play with ELECTION DATE, I adhered to the typical third date rituals: clean sheets, shaven legs, condoms under the pillow. However, the rituals were more of a precautionary measure. I wasn’t actually sure about sex with ELECTION DATE. I suppose the fact that I was thinking so hard about it should have been my answer. But what if we had a really great kiss goodnight that I wanted to continue? We loose women tend to decide on these things last minute.
He picked up me up wearing the same gray hoodie and jeans he’s worn every time I’ve seen him. He could have at least put on a sweater - if not for the theater, then for me. I felt silly in my pretty dress. Things only got worse when we arrived at the restaurant and there was another couple there. A surprise-attack double-date! He forgot to tell me his friends were coming along. To top it off, they were wearing hoodies too. My boner was gone for good.
At the end of the night, I kissed ELECTION DATE and then told him I wasn’t inviting him up to my place.
HIM: Okay…. Why not?
ME: I don’t want to have sex with you.
HIM: Oh… I shouldn’t have asked that. That was weird. Sorry.
ME: That’s okay.
HIM: I still think you’re pretty.
ME: I still…No.
