Just because i'm single does not mean that my friends have the right to set me up with any random guy they meet on the street.
I wish they would get this through their thick heads!
I've been on countless blind dates with losers that are alone for a reason. They are some of the worst experiences in my life. Being eye fucked while forced to sit and listen to some wankers chauvinistic crap is not my idea of a good time.
In saying that, one of the ladies I worked with had been asking me to go out with her newly single cousin for a few weeks. I said no on countless occasions but she was a very persistent woman. I finally gave in and agreed to meet him that very next saturday.
The only tidbits of information I could get out of my workmate about my date was that his name was Daniel and he was a 30 year old builder. The plan was for him to meet me at my place and go out to dinner then catch a show at the theatre after.
He was picking me up at 8pm so I took my time getting ready and chose a my favourite mid length emerald green dress with a cream cardigan and black flats. I left my long brown hair down and only wore minimal makeup.
Daniel arrived at my apartment right on time and I went down to the lobby to meet him. We gave each other the once over and I was quite surprised. He was not what I expected, with shaggy brown hair and piercing green eyes. He was tanned from being out in the sun all the time, but not all dried out and leathery like I thought he would be. He was about 4 inches taller than me, which put him around 6 foot.
Not bad.
His smile was warm too, and maybe a tad intense. He was dressed smart casual, with a collared shirt, bomber jacket and black jeans. I was liking what I was seeing.
Dinner was nice. We went to a local place I knew that served good simple food.
Not much small talk was going on between us though. I got the gist that he was more of the strong silent type, not one for chit chat. I did catch him looking at me a few times. I just turned away, blushing.
By the time we were seated for the show, I was a ball of nerves. The sexual electricity between us was almost crackling. His gazes at me were getting longer and he didn't look away when I caught him. I was kind of excited.
During the show his thigh rubbed against mine quite a bit and our hands grazed every few minutes because I couldn't stop fidgeting.