Name: Davina Akari
Age: 23
Occupation: Robotics
Dirty Secret: Virgin
I wrote that as a gaff at my 21st birthday party, and my friends tend to be all over me about it. Why would I, a dream boat for anyone to date, be a virgin? I have no idea. Picking someone as your first isn't instantaneous like most people have you believe. 'Heat of the moment' sex is more like awkward hours of figuring out how to make each other cum.
And no one's got that far with me. Trust me, I tried. At this point, it's low on the list of priorities.
I still go out with friends, volunteer, buy things I really don't need, go on vacations, talk to my parents. All the things anyone would think my life is 'missing'. Life just hasn't shown me someone I want to take a risk on. Dating men and women, you see a rainbow of personalities and find some really cool people. But after the first hour or activity, you can tell if you want to do something about it. Only two people got past one activity.
One girl and one guy. Both turned out to be either hiding narcissists or overconfident streaks. And the girl was worse... Since then, I put dating in the back of my mind and focused on my work. Outside of work, I hung out with my mom and dad, having dinners together and wondering about life. On one of those dinners, there was also a show at one of the venues. Who knew dancing was popular at upscale venues?
That's where I met Lena, in all her tallness. No one had a clue she was actually a she until masks came off and a round face was underneath. Seeing a woman as tall as a man was jarring... and kinda sexy. Funnily enough, the dancer's table was not far from ours. Calling a waiter, I ordered a glass of wine to the tall woman, which the waiter smiled and said "Of course".
The restaurant was busy as I got up to leave with my parents. Putting on my jacket, the same waiter came back, a folded napkin in his hand. Before I could ask, his eyes gestured over, which I followed to the tall dancer, who lifted her glass at me. Blushing, I took the napkin, gave the waiter a tip, and slipped the number into my pocket. On the drive home, I opened it to see the number and a note.
Call me when you're at home.
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She wrote it so definitely. As if she knew I would want to call immediately. Or that I sent the wine in the first place. But trying my chances, I settled in at home, dressing down, opening my own wine bottle, and typing her number in. After a few rings, a rather soothing voice answered knowingly.
"Nice to meet you officially."
I let out a nervous laugh. "Are you sure I'm the right caller?"
She laughed softly. "You did send me a vintage red right?"
"The house special. Was it good?"
"I enjoyed it with your thought in mind. I personally like a nice white, light and springy."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Does Kindness have a name?"
"Davina Akari."
"What a beautiful name. Lena Kovenish."
"Sounds foreign."
"Hehe same as yours. Were you born around here?"
"Yes. Locally farmed within a few city blocks."
"I was born in Belarus. Moved here when I was 8 for my father's work. He's demonologist."
"A demonologist?"
"He hunts ghosts."
"Sounds like an interesting man."
Her voice picked up, as if he was her favorite thing. "He is. Best man in the world. Open and honest, never sugarcoats anything. I love him."
"You two close?"
She paused before answering. "Can we talk more over coffee sometime? I... should be in bed. Practice of our next routine starts early."
Hearing her ask me to meet gave me goosebumps and I couldn't figure out why. "Day after tomorrow? Maybe 7 am? I work from home and always go out for morning coffee."
"I look forward to meeting with you again." She said warmly, seemingly feeling what I feel.
"Me too. Good luck tomorrow."
"Many thanks."
I sat there, swirling my wine a bit then taking a sip. Who knew I'd like a dancer? A very tall, charming dancer... For only having one conversation, it was... laid back. Like we knew each other a while. For not keeping dating at the top of my priority, this date just... appeared.
I kept thinking between wine glasses, some reading, and some cleaning, I made a choice to put effort in. Looking outside, I realized it was raining. I wondered if it was good luck or a sign of things to come.
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Two Days Later, 6:30 a.m.
On my work from home days, I can roll out of bed and get coffee from the nearby shop. Instead of sleeping in, I was anxious about seeing Lena. Too jittery to stay in bed, I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and even fixed my hair. I never care about being prim and proper but the least I could do was be presentable when meeting for coffee. Okay, I'm lying. I'm putting on nude lipstick and some eyeliner... I'm kind of wreck.
Finally getting myself together enough to leave, I walked the five minutes and stood outside. Every tall guy that walked by got my hopes up, and the closer it got to 7 am, my heart dropped. Did she forget? No sooner than my brain let that thought exists, I spotted a familiar face and a tall figure.
I nearly fell over with how tall she was compared to me. But those eyes... and hair falling over, I felt gooey.
"Hi." I forced myself to say.
"Hehe good morning." Lena chuckled. "Sorry for being nearly late. Couldn't find my keys."
"I live five minutes away. Didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything."
"Figure I be honest you know. I made a promise."
"Of course. So... how do you take your coffee?"
Shaking her head, Lena opened the door for me to walk in and we could get a drink. She liked vanilla and caramel with a sprinkle of sugar and milk. As I got my chocolate coffee and whipped cream, she offered to get me something to eat. Getting us both a light waffle breakfast, we sat at a table. Pushing my chair in, she slid into the booth in front of me, a smile on her face. As she took off her hat, I saw that she had blond brown hair that looked red at the same time. Different from the blond I thought the other night.
But as I looked at her eyes, I realized one was the lightest shade of green and the other was light brown with... a sort of smudge. It looked painful... The longer I stared, the cooler it all seemed. Only when Lena sipped coffee and the handle blocked her face did I snap out of it.
"What's... with the eye?"
"Right or left?" She joked. "I was born with the two different eye colors. Rare the doctors said for two blue eyed parents. My left eye was from when I was a little girl. My dad swung a broken hook from one of his rigs and it got me. I'm not blind but the vision is a little cloudy. Doctors tried fixing it but the iris was too damaged. Used to look worse."
Feeling bad, I tried to apologize. "Sorry for asking."
"No no." She said while shaking her head. "It's fine. Everyone's normally too freaked out to ask. I've come to terms with looking and being different from most people."
"Sorry to have two boring brown eyes." I giggled.
"That's fine by me. Matches your dark facade. Dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes. The perfect detective to have at night."
Trying not to laugh, I took my napkin, put it in front of my face before struggling to say, "I'm Batgirl."
Lena tried to not laugh out loud, and failing as she cackled. I wasn't much better as I pressed the napkin to my mouth to muffle my laugh. Once we could stop our laughing fit, we sipped our coffees and kept chatting.
"Obvious question. How tall are you?"
"Do you want the metric or imperial measurement? Because I know both."
"Let me have it."
"I'm 5'11, or 71 inches, and about 181 centimeters. If I wear the right shoes, I'm 6 foot even."
"Ironic you're just touching 6 feet. I'm 5'6, a little taller than the average woman. But you blow me out of the water."
"It has good and bad. Shoes and clothes are hard to shop for. But I can reach everything myself."