Sheep's Queen- this is for you ;)

Chloe

Chloe sat staring with open wonder at Steve. She chewed her bottom lip as she contemplated him. Steve squirmed under her scrutiny, feeling beads of sweat starting to gather on his top lip.
"Okay, I know this is kinda' against the rules, but can I take a photo of you?"
"Um, why?"
"I want to send it to my girlfriends. They tried to talk me out of coming tonight, because they think the only guys who do speed dating are ugly losers. So I want to prove them wrong! I want to send them a picture of you and say how you like me now, bitches?
"I don't think that's-" he started to say, but cut off when she snapped a photo anyway.
"Oh, hang on, let me take it again, your mouth was open, you look kinda' retarded."
Steve's brow furrowed, and he stared at her, appalled.
"Smile!" She said brightly, taking another shot. She shrugged. "Well, that's not great, but it'll do."
She manipulated the phone, then set it down with a giggle.
"So, you must work out a lot" she said conversationally.
"I got to a gym" he said noncommittally.
"Well, you look amazing. Seriously, you're the best looking guy I've seen so far tonight."
Steve's frown deepened.
She raked her eyes over his body again. "Would it be creepy if I touched your arm?"
"What?" he asked, perplexed.
She raised her arm and flexed, gesturing to the bicep, and then pointed to him. "Can I touch your muscle? Because it's huge. I wanna feel it." she said playfully.
When he'd been doing the war bonds tour, he occasionally got this reaction from women. Back then he'd smiled and obliged them, posing for a photo with the young lady innocently squeezing his flexed bicep. It was all good publicity, and good harmless fun.
Without waiting for an answer she stood and leaned across the table, squeezing his upper arm. He instinctively leaned away slightly.
"Woah" she breathed. She ran her hand up to his shoulder, and onto his pectoral. He jerked back from her.
"That's not-" he stuttered "You shouldn't do that. How would you like it if I put my hands on you without asking?"
She laughed, "Honey, I would have no problem with that!"
Steve fumed.

Date number:
#3 'Steve'

First impressions:
Dear god, he's good looking. Why is he single?

Things in common:
Umm... I think he said he was in the army? I LOVE men in uniform.

Did he/she make me laugh?
I pretty much couldn't stop giggling. Or staring at his guns. Damn! DAMN!

Did I make him/her laugh?
I think I made him nervous. Oops!

Do I feel a connection?
I would like very much to be connected to him physically, especially around the pelvic region. He'd need a crowbar to prise me off.

Overall impression:
Okay, he didn't say much, but who cares! He doesn't have to talk! He just has to look pretty and let me ride him til he breaks!

Would I like to see this person again?
Hell yeah! I'd like to see him naked, as in NOW!

Author's note: If you gave me alcohol, sugar and caffeine and switched off my ability to have an inner monologue then locked me in a room with a guy like Steve.. this is pretty much what would happen. So, welcome to my Mary Sue. But we don't judge here ;)