The night before
I defuzzed, preened and conditioned. I selected which clothes I would wear; cotton stockings, a (lucky) linen dress, small heels and my favourite earrings.
As I went to bed, I was thinking about my date, thoughts quickly turned to fantasies, I moaned his name as I quickly came to orgasm. What is that about?! Incorporating a new man into my fantasies so quickly, I imagined what he would look like naked, feel like and how he would enter me. Well, it did the trick!
Instead of getting up early, I overslept by an hour, I rushed into the shower, slipped on some smart black jeans, with a cute t-shirt and went to work. What happened to the lucky dress and stockings?! In the rush I had forgotten that I even had a date that night, never mind what I had planned to wear.
I got there early, he was late, and almost immediately any chemistry had evaporated. He complimented me on my shoes, but followed it with a comment how girls shouldn't wear jeans. I looked down at my own denim-clad legs and wondered if he meant my outfit. I bored myself, I couldn't seem to make conversation and kept it going with repetitive questioning. Eventually I got it together, but any would-be-cute-innuendos sounded crass.
At the end of the night, I was drunk. Nervously I had managed to drink a bottle of wine, without dinner. I wasn't slurring, but I was teetering... We said goodnight and I went in for the safe peck on the cheek.
I've forgotten how to flirt?! HELP!