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sentence I don't understand in the slightest.
"Fuck that's far, okay, here's where you’re gonna go …" Enzo begins.
I walk out of the room to let them finish their conversation and to sulk on the couch. I've already messed our first date up with my sucky sense of direction. I feel like an idiot, and the date hasn't even started. He's probably already regretting the whole thing. Who wants to deal with this kind of crap? I'm surprised he's still coming at all.
Enzo walks out and tosses me my phone. "He'll be here in twenty, you’re welcome." And with a know-it-all grin, he walks back to his room.
I stay on the couch and continue to sulk for the next twenty minutes. I finally hear a knock, so I jump off the couch and run to throw open the door and start apologizing.
Roman is standing there and holds a hand up to stop me.
"No. Don't. I am sorry I'm late," he says, with a crooked smile.
One look at him, and I'm a puddle of melted goo. The whole fiasco was my fault, and he's sorry he's late?
He gently claps his hands together and rubs them. "Okay, so where did you want to go for dinner. I'm not familiar with the area so I thought you could pick."
I didn't plan to have any potential ideas, and I'm crap at decision making. Then I remember the locally-owned restaurant and bar downtown I go to with my mom. I like the place, so why not? I hope he will like it.
"There is a place, Joe's downtown. They have good food," I say more confident than I feel.
"Sounds solid, lead the way." He holds his arm out toward the door leading me to go first.
Roman's delicious today. He's not dressed up per se, but he doesn't have to be to look drool worthy. Him in a t-shirt, jeans and a smile are enough to do it. I particularly drool for his hair and how he has the perfect messy look down pat. Take those along with his face stubble and broad shoulders, and I'm pretty much doomed.
We take his car which I've now learned he's named The Ghost. No explanation needed seeing as how big, white, and old The Ghost is. I was surprised when he didn't open my car door for me. Most first dates I've had, the guy always did the door thing the first couple of times. But they eventually always stop; They seem to want to impress you at first but then after a while they show their true colors. At least Roman is being himself from the get go. No fake chivalrous gestures to try and show me he's someone he is not. I like that.
"I hope you like the place. I mean, I really like the food and the atmosphere, the lights are dimmed dark, so I hope you do too. I mean, if you don't we can go somewhere else …" I'm babbling.
"Bee, I'm sure it's fine. Plus, the food is not what I'm looking forward to," he admits.
"No?"
"I'm looking forward to getting to know you better," he tells me, as he takes a quick eye off the road to look at me.
Roman
She put herself out there. It was fucking brave, and hot as hell, telling me how she felt. That did me in. The last goddamn brick. Her in my car, looking at me with those round eyes, so vulnerable and insecure. My willpower subsequently unraveled.
Shit, I forgot to open the car door for her. They like chivalrous crap, right? I wasn't thinking straight, maybe from the nerves. I am not a complete jack ass, but the chivalry thing is not something I am used to doing. Amy and I had been friends first, we were already past the opening doors and flowers stage.
Here I am trying to make up for being such a dick, and I didn't even open the goddamn door. She doesn't look too pissed. She's smiling, smiling has to be a good thing, right? I also can't remember if I've been calling her Bee or Bug. She hasn't said anything yet, but if I did slip, then she probably wondered what the fuck was up with that. I know I caught myself right before saying it a few times.
Rigbee
We start off asking all of the normal first date questions: What's your major? What high school are you from? What do you do in your spare time? What movies do you
"Fuck that's far, okay, here's where you’re gonna go …" Enzo begins.
I walk out of the room to let them finish their conversation and to sulk on the couch. I've already messed our first date up with my sucky sense of direction. I feel like an idiot, and the date hasn't even started. He's probably already regretting the whole thing. Who wants to deal with this kind of crap? I'm surprised he's still coming at all.
Enzo walks out and tosses me my phone. "He'll be here in twenty, you’re welcome." And with a know-it-all grin, he walks back to his room.
I stay on the couch and continue to sulk for the next twenty minutes. I finally hear a knock, so I jump off the couch and run to throw open the door and start apologizing.
Roman is standing there and holds a hand up to stop me.
"No. Don't. I am sorry I'm late," he says, with a crooked smile.
One look at him, and I'm a puddle of melted goo. The whole fiasco was my fault, and he's sorry he's late?
He gently claps his hands together and rubs them. "Okay, so where did you want to go for dinner. I'm not familiar with the area so I thought you could pick."
I didn't plan to have any potential ideas, and I'm crap at decision making. Then I remember the locally-owned restaurant and bar downtown I go to with my mom. I like the place, so why not? I hope he will like it.
"There is a place, Joe's downtown. They have good food," I say more confident than I feel.
"Sounds solid, lead the way." He holds his arm out toward the door leading me to go first.
Roman's delicious today. He's not dressed up per se, but he doesn't have to be to look drool worthy. Him in a t-shirt, jeans and a smile are enough to do it. I particularly drool for his hair and how he has the perfect messy look down pat. Take those along with his face stubble and broad shoulders, and I'm pretty much doomed.
We take his car which I've now learned he's named The Ghost. No explanation needed seeing as how big, white, and old The Ghost is. I was surprised when he didn't open my car door for me. Most first dates I've had, the guy always did the door thing the first couple of times. But they eventually always stop; They seem to want to impress you at first but then after a while they show their true colors. At least Roman is being himself from the get go. No fake chivalrous gestures to try and show me he's someone he is not. I like that.
"I hope you like the place. I mean, I really like the food and the atmosphere, the lights are dimmed dark, so I hope you do too. I mean, if you don't we can go somewhere else …" I'm babbling.
"Bee, I'm sure it's fine. Plus, the food is not what I'm looking forward to," he admits.
"No?"
"I'm looking forward to getting to know you better," he tells me, as he takes a quick eye off the road to look at me.
Roman
She put herself out there. It was fucking brave, and hot as hell, telling me how she felt. That did me in. The last goddamn brick. Her in my car, looking at me with those round eyes, so vulnerable and insecure. My willpower subsequently unraveled.
Shit, I forgot to open the car door for her. They like chivalrous crap, right? I wasn't thinking straight, maybe from the nerves. I am not a complete jack ass, but the chivalry thing is not something I am used to doing. Amy and I had been friends first, we were already past the opening doors and flowers stage.
Here I am trying to make up for being such a dick, and I didn't even open the goddamn door. She doesn't look too pissed. She's smiling, smiling has to be a good thing, right? I also can't remember if I've been calling her Bee or Bug. She hasn't said anything yet, but if I did slip, then she probably wondered what the fuck was up with that. I know I caught myself right before saying it a few times.
Rigbee
We start off asking all of the normal first date questions: What's your major? What high school are you from? What do you do in your spare time? What movies do you
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