For much of my life, I considered myself average in virtually every way. I had an average upbringing with the exception of my dad not being around much due to me being a 'surprise' result of a drunken party encounter. Still, I was surrounded by love from my mother and aunts and always felt that I was pretty fortunate.
I was a slightly better than average student and went to an average university. I did typical things: date, study, party, imbibe; but none of it was anything really to write home about. I then got an average job in an average city. What I did for work, I was good at and was well thought of by my superiors. My life seemed fine and pleasant. Comfortable.
The only area that I had absolutely no luck in was women. Don't get me wrong, I dated and had relationships; but they all ended for a variety of reasons. Some thought I was boring while others thought I wasn't boring enough. Some women seemed to never be satisfied by anything, and it seemed like they all knew where I lived. Then something happened, something I'd never seen coming in a million years and that would change my life forever.
I was in the office when I was told that my boss wanted me to escort a group of grad students around. I shrugged as I wasn't involved in anything pressing at the moment, and I didn't mind a chance to leave my desk for a while. I went to the lobby and found a group of about 10-15 people all waiting for me. I introduced myself to the professor when I first caught a glance at her.
She was radiant. Asian, semi tall, with a gorgeous face and inviting full lips. A perfect 10 that no one could doubt, clear even in a sweatshirt. I'd never dated an Asian girl before, but this one certainly had my attention. She saw me looking at her and smiled. I escorted them all around the office and told them about our company and various different departments. I answered questions and tried to sneak looks at the mysterious woman whenever I could.
As usual, I tried to be informative and entertaining at the same time; long ago learning that people would actually listen if they could have reason to do so. Most politely laughed, but the Asian girl did more than the rest. Now, I knew I stood no chance with her. I've dated women sure, but most of them would be considered the aforementioned average in the looks department. This one was way, way out of my league and I had no illusions about it.
I finished the tour and left them in a conference room for further study and discussion. I returned to my desk and tried to shake the woman out of my head. I got back to work and was as focused on that work as possible. At least I was until I got a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and looked up and saw that the mystery girl was standing right there with a smile.
"Please pardon me," she said in a heavy French accent. Definitely not what I was expecting. I had to stop staring and answer her.
"No, no problem," I managed to get out while trying not to look like a lost puppy that found its owner. "How can I help you?" She smiled at me.
"I just wanted to say thank you for showing us the place," she said in her French accent. "You are a very good guide."
"Oh," I said not expecting anyone to thank me for a boring tour, "you're very welcome."
"We are in the middle of a pause in our discussions and wondered if you knew of any cafes around." She was still smiling pretty broadly.
"Yes, there is," I said thankful that I had the information, "there's a coffee shop in the lobby that has very good coffee."
"Merci," she said continuing her smile, "you could accompany me to it, please?"
I would've had to be a damn fool to turn that down. I got up and escorted her down to the coffee shop. She ordered a Café Au Lait and turned to me.
"You will join me?" she said with almost a pleading look. I ordered a black coffee with cream, and she paid for the drinks. I tried to pay myself, but she was insistent. I learned long ago that when a woman wants to pay for something, just let them. She then sat down at a table and motioned for me to join her. Didn't need to tell me twice. I sat down and took a sip.
"Thank you for the coffee," I said while trying to maintain eye contact.
"My pleasure," she said with a smile as she took a sip herself. "I am Danielle," she said extending her hand to me. I reintroduced myself and took her hand.
"I remember," she said with a smile. "Do you like working here?"
"I do," I said honestly, "the bosses are very fair and it's a positive work environment." It then hit me that maybe she was trying to butter me up to put in a good word for her with the company. I didn't really mind as I would've probably done it anyway for the handful of them who seemed interested. "Are you interested in the company?"
"Non," she said with a slight smile. "I'm looking for other opportunities." Now I was really confused. What the hell did she ask for? "I was just curious if you liked your job."
Oh.
"I do," I responded honestly. We then devolved into a conversation. She was from France, being a child of Vietnamese immigrants who wanted to study in the states. We talked briefly about me, but as with much of my experience in talking with women, always better to let them do the talking unless otherwise directed.
We finished our coffees and proceeded back upstairs. When we got to the company lobby, she stopped and turned around, looking right at me.
"I would like to go to dinner with you tonight," she said almost innocently. "Would you like to go with me?"
Now this I didn't expect. I'd asked women on dates many times, but I really couldn't remember a time that a woman asked me. Especially a woman like this.
"I'd love to," I said trying to keep myself from jumping up and down. She suggested a restaurant that I knew the location of and asked if I would meet her there at 7. I told her I would. She smiled and then went back to join her class. My heart was beating hard at this point.
I truly don't remember much of the rest of the workday. I did see her and her class leave, and she blew me a kiss as she left. My dick was half hard just seeing that. I left afterwork and went home to quickly shower and change. I dressed nice and then looked at my side table and asked myself if I should bring condoms. Tough decision. Normally, I would've gone with the thought of better have them and not need them philosophy, but I then I figured I'd have bad karma doing that.
I went to the restaurant and found that they required reservations. I went immediately red-faced until I saw Danielle walk in. To say that she looked gorgeous was an understatement. She walked in wearing a red, skintight dress. Before she had been wearing a baggy, oversized sweatshirt that hid everything. Nothing was hidden now. She showed her large bust with inviting cleavage. They had to be DDs easily. My eyes then went down to her taught stomach and her hips which were clearly accentuating an ass that would make anyone salivate. She smiled when she saw me there.
"Hello there," she said with a big smile. She came up and gave me a kiss on each cheek. "You look very handsome," she said sidling up to me. My face had to have reddened hearing that.
"You're beautiful," was all I was able to get out. Apparently, this had a good effect as she just got closer to me and had a big smile. I then indicated toward the maître d' and told her we needed reservations. She smiled and brushed me off a bit as she approached him.
