Dating for Dummies
Disclaimer: I've finally accepted the fact that I don't own anything. *pout*
Summary: Based on the book, Asking for Trouble written by Elizabeth Young. The personal ad idea was from Must Love Dogs, another book which was written by Claire Cook. Add a scene from "See Jane Date," and mix them together. . .What do you get? "Dating for Dummies." =)
A/N: *bouncing in seat* I love you guys! I really do! I love you ALL!!! Thanks for reading and reviewing. It means sooo freakin' much. What would I do without you guys? *huggles* *blows kisses*
OMG!!! You guys were GREAT in all your suggestions! Thank you soooooo much! I was stuck in a little rut, but you all TOTALLY helped. As much as I wanted. . . I sadly couldn't use ALL of everyone's suggestions. They were all so good and that's the reason why I took so freakin' long to update. I kept opening the review box and scrolling up and down, debating which idea to use. I was ready to just close my eyes and place my finger on the screen without looking in order to pick one. . .That's how hard it was! *huggles*
All of you are soooo creative and have the most wild (A "good" kind of wild lol) imaginations in the world. Thank you all for the suggestions. BUT! I'm not done with asking for suggestions. . .I STILL NEED HELP ON DIFFERENT TYPES OF GUYS THAT BUFFY WILL START DATING!!!
So basically, this chapter is more of an intermission kind of thing while I use your ideas (that hopefully you will post at the end of this chapter) to create poopy guys for Buffy to date in the next chapter. . .until she meets *cough*. OMG. I ramble waaaay too much!
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"Whoof! Whoof!"
"No. . .Fifteen minutes. . ." I mumbled in my sleep. Spike nudged my side and began to whine. "Spike. . .stop. . ."
"Having dreams about your lover boy?" Willow teased, pulling on a cord to open my blinds.
I groaned as I opened one eye to glare at my best friend, "Ha, ha." Squinting at the bright light I yawned and stretched, "So what's with the early wake up call?"
"It's not early, it's ten o'clock," Willow beamed, "I know because Oz is taking me out to brunch."
I smiled, "I'm glad things are working out between you two."
She nodded, "Me too."
Grinning, Willow sat on the bed and a waved something at me. I frowned and looked closer to the object and my eyes widened in realization.
"That's the column for personal ads!" I squealed, reaching for the newspaper, "Let me see! Let me see!"
Willow held it away from me and shook her head. "I don't think you're ready to read this. . ." She said unsurely, then laughed. She handed it over to me.
It had been two days since Willow had sent the letter for my personal ad and here it was, finally printed for the world to read. . .Ok. . .For the city of "Sunnydale" to read. . .But what's the difference?
I read through my ad and once I finished, I smiled.
It read:
"Gorgeous blonde in 20's, voluptuous and fun. Searching for male companion who enjoys romantic strolls under the moonlight. Must love families and dogs."
I nodded my head in approval, "Not bad. . ."
Willow chewed on her lip, "You don't think the, 'Enjoys romantics strolls under the moonlight,' sounds a little. . ." she thought a moment, "vampire- y slash Dracula-ish?"
I shook my head, "No, it's perfect." Grinning, I hugged her, "Thanks. Now all I have to do is wait for some guy. . .hopefully single. . .to reply."
Willow stood up and grabbed the phone, "One more thing." She handed the cordless over to me, "You can actually record your voice saying this ad. Some people don't get newspapers, so they just call the phone ad thingy. This will make your chances of getting someone greater."
I nodded and pressed the 1-800 and then the seven digits. Pressing in my password, I repeated what it said on the newspaper.
I sighed, "Now what?"
Willow shrugged, patting Spike's fur, "Now. . .We wait." It was silent for a few seconds until Willow's watch started to beep. She glanced at it, "Oops. I guess *you'll* have to wait. I've got a date!" She squealed and ran out of the room.
"Have fun!"
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My day consisted of staring at the phone, waiting for at least a few minutes to pass before checking my response box yet again. I'll even admit that I actually went outside to check the mail for any letters from any guy who might've seen my ad and immediately sent a note to me or something.
What can I say? I was desperate.
Of course, everything was empty.
I was terrified that this ad wouldn't work, but Willow kept reminding me that this was the first day my ad was printed and that I had to chill. So that's what I did.
I took Spike out for his evening walk.
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Spike trotted happily with his collar securely fastened around his neck and his red leash connected to the collar. Walking past stores, I ran into a man who was walking his dog as well.
We blocked each other's paths and I moved to the right. He did too. He moved to the left. I did as well. It seemed that we kept up with this little dance, trying to get out of each other's way and we ended up laughing at our stupidity.
"How about this," He suggested.
He moved to the side and stretched a hand out to the side for me, allowing me to pass through.
"Thanks," I smiled.
The brunette winked, "Don't mention it, luv." He tugged on his dog's leash who must've gotten somewhat acquainted with Spike because his dog started barking.
"Come on," the man sighed, dragging the dog away. His dog whined, pouncing from side to side, but the brunette finally succeeded in pulling the dog away.
Spike barked and tugged on his leash. "Spike," I scolded lightly and the brunette turned his head.
"What?" He asked quizzically, but Spike and I had already turned a corner and we were out of sight.
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"Go get it," I threw a stick and Spike bounded after it.
Laying back in the bench, I laughed and shook my head at the memory of meeting Oz here; who currently, was dating my best friend instead. I sighed, hoping that maybe there would be some other single guy lurking around the park too.
Little did I know, there were two making their way to the bench I was sitting on. I only noticed when one sat beside me, unhooking the clasp to his dog's leash. The other man who was walking towards the same bench noticed that it was now full and he shrugged, leading his dog away.
Laying a casual arm over the bench, the male beside me looked around and his head turned towards me. He seemed surprised to see someone sitting next to him.
Putting a hand out, he introduced, "Hi, I'm Owen." Hey! Here's a single cutie. . .
I smiled and shook his hand, "Buffy."
Owen frowned. "No- It's Owen." He corrected.
"No. . .Buffy." I looked at him strangely.
"No. . .Owen."
"Buffy."
"Owen."
"Buffy."
"Owen."
"I know!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air, "You're Owen, I'm Buffy!"
"You're Owen. . .*I'm* Buffy?" Owen repeated in confusion. His lips curled into a smile and I figured that he was joking the whole time. I rolled my eyes but then he asked with a grin, "Is this a game?"
"Huh?" I raised a brow.
"Are we pretending to be different people?" his perky voice asked.
"What?" Was this guy a nut or what?
He clapped his hands, "Oh! I get it! This is fun. So, I'm Buffy, right?"
Great. . .He was one of *those* guys. The "Beauty but no brains" type of guy.
I stood up and called for Spike. Turning back to Owen, I replied in sarcasm, "Sure. . ." I walked away with Spike trotting beside me.
"So, what'd you think, Spike? Is he the one?" My dog snorted and I nodded, "Yeah. My thoughts exactly."
Sighing, I realized that the personal ad was my only salvation.
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I got home and dialed in my box number and pressed pound for responses.
A mechanical voice came over the phone: "You have. . ."
My hand tightened it's grip as I waited for the computer to tally up the number of responses.
". . .32 messages."
My eyes widened and a smile slowly crept onto my lips. Eager to see who called, I pressed one and the mechanical voice said: "Monday, July 24th, 1:10 P.M."
A man's voice came over the phone, "Strolls under the moonlight? I enjoy doing that. . .especially with a beautiful woman by my side. If you're interested, call me at. . ."
I fell backwards onto my bed and grinned like a fool.
By the end of the week. . . I was gonna have boyfriend.
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A/N: As you can see, Buffy will be dating. SOOOO I need some SUGGESTIONS from ALL OF YOU. Could anyone please post types of PERSONALITIES OR GUYS that Buffy could date? Purty please?
I know you guys can do it! You guys gave me GREAT ideas on how to meet Spike. . .(which might be in the next chapter or the chapter after next, FOR SURE.) So I KNOW you guys can do this. I know I'm asking you guys for so many favors, but seriously, you guys are really my inspiration. *huggles*
Please be kind and review. =) If you want a story, you're gonna have to review. . .If you want Spuffyness. . .You're gonna have to review. . .lol *wink* ^_~
Disclaimer: I've finally accepted the fact that I don't own anything. *pout*
Summary: Based on the book, Asking for Trouble written by Elizabeth Young. The personal ad idea was from Must Love Dogs, another book which was written by Claire Cook. Add a scene from "See Jane Date," and mix them together. . .What do you get? "Dating for Dummies." =)
A/N: *bouncing in seat* I love you guys! I really do! I love you ALL!!! Thanks for reading and reviewing. It means sooo freakin' much. What would I do without you guys? *huggles* *blows kisses*
OMG!!! You guys were GREAT in all your suggestions! Thank you soooooo much! I was stuck in a little rut, but you all TOTALLY helped. As much as I wanted. . . I sadly couldn't use ALL of everyone's suggestions. They were all so good and that's the reason why I took so freakin' long to update. I kept opening the review box and scrolling up and down, debating which idea to use. I was ready to just close my eyes and place my finger on the screen without looking in order to pick one. . .That's how hard it was! *huggles*
All of you are soooo creative and have the most wild (A "good" kind of wild lol) imaginations in the world. Thank you all for the suggestions. BUT! I'm not done with asking for suggestions. . .I STILL NEED HELP ON DIFFERENT TYPES OF GUYS THAT BUFFY WILL START DATING!!!
So basically, this chapter is more of an intermission kind of thing while I use your ideas (that hopefully you will post at the end of this chapter) to create poopy guys for Buffy to date in the next chapter. . .until she meets *cough*. OMG. I ramble waaaay too much!
& * & * & * & * & * & * &
"Whoof! Whoof!"
"No. . .Fifteen minutes. . ." I mumbled in my sleep. Spike nudged my side and began to whine. "Spike. . .stop. . ."
"Having dreams about your lover boy?" Willow teased, pulling on a cord to open my blinds.
I groaned as I opened one eye to glare at my best friend, "Ha, ha." Squinting at the bright light I yawned and stretched, "So what's with the early wake up call?"
"It's not early, it's ten o'clock," Willow beamed, "I know because Oz is taking me out to brunch."
I smiled, "I'm glad things are working out between you two."
She nodded, "Me too."
Grinning, Willow sat on the bed and a waved something at me. I frowned and looked closer to the object and my eyes widened in realization.
"That's the column for personal ads!" I squealed, reaching for the newspaper, "Let me see! Let me see!"
Willow held it away from me and shook her head. "I don't think you're ready to read this. . ." She said unsurely, then laughed. She handed it over to me.
It had been two days since Willow had sent the letter for my personal ad and here it was, finally printed for the world to read. . .Ok. . .For the city of "Sunnydale" to read. . .But what's the difference?
I read through my ad and once I finished, I smiled.
It read:
"Gorgeous blonde in 20's, voluptuous and fun. Searching for male companion who enjoys romantic strolls under the moonlight. Must love families and dogs."
I nodded my head in approval, "Not bad. . ."
Willow chewed on her lip, "You don't think the, 'Enjoys romantics strolls under the moonlight,' sounds a little. . ." she thought a moment, "vampire- y slash Dracula-ish?"
I shook my head, "No, it's perfect." Grinning, I hugged her, "Thanks. Now all I have to do is wait for some guy. . .hopefully single. . .to reply."
Willow stood up and grabbed the phone, "One more thing." She handed the cordless over to me, "You can actually record your voice saying this ad. Some people don't get newspapers, so they just call the phone ad thingy. This will make your chances of getting someone greater."
I nodded and pressed the 1-800 and then the seven digits. Pressing in my password, I repeated what it said on the newspaper.
I sighed, "Now what?"
Willow shrugged, patting Spike's fur, "Now. . .We wait." It was silent for a few seconds until Willow's watch started to beep. She glanced at it, "Oops. I guess *you'll* have to wait. I've got a date!" She squealed and ran out of the room.
"Have fun!"
& * & * & * & * &
My day consisted of staring at the phone, waiting for at least a few minutes to pass before checking my response box yet again. I'll even admit that I actually went outside to check the mail for any letters from any guy who might've seen my ad and immediately sent a note to me or something.
What can I say? I was desperate.
Of course, everything was empty.
I was terrified that this ad wouldn't work, but Willow kept reminding me that this was the first day my ad was printed and that I had to chill. So that's what I did.
I took Spike out for his evening walk.
& * & * & * & * &
Spike trotted happily with his collar securely fastened around his neck and his red leash connected to the collar. Walking past stores, I ran into a man who was walking his dog as well.
We blocked each other's paths and I moved to the right. He did too. He moved to the left. I did as well. It seemed that we kept up with this little dance, trying to get out of each other's way and we ended up laughing at our stupidity.
"How about this," He suggested.
He moved to the side and stretched a hand out to the side for me, allowing me to pass through.
"Thanks," I smiled.
The brunette winked, "Don't mention it, luv." He tugged on his dog's leash who must've gotten somewhat acquainted with Spike because his dog started barking.
"Come on," the man sighed, dragging the dog away. His dog whined, pouncing from side to side, but the brunette finally succeeded in pulling the dog away.
Spike barked and tugged on his leash. "Spike," I scolded lightly and the brunette turned his head.
"What?" He asked quizzically, but Spike and I had already turned a corner and we were out of sight.
& * & * & * & * &
"Go get it," I threw a stick and Spike bounded after it.
Laying back in the bench, I laughed and shook my head at the memory of meeting Oz here; who currently, was dating my best friend instead. I sighed, hoping that maybe there would be some other single guy lurking around the park too.
Little did I know, there were two making their way to the bench I was sitting on. I only noticed when one sat beside me, unhooking the clasp to his dog's leash. The other man who was walking towards the same bench noticed that it was now full and he shrugged, leading his dog away.
Laying a casual arm over the bench, the male beside me looked around and his head turned towards me. He seemed surprised to see someone sitting next to him.
Putting a hand out, he introduced, "Hi, I'm Owen." Hey! Here's a single cutie. . .
I smiled and shook his hand, "Buffy."
Owen frowned. "No- It's Owen." He corrected.
"No. . .Buffy." I looked at him strangely.
"No. . .Owen."
"Buffy."
"Owen."
"Buffy."
"Owen."
"I know!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air, "You're Owen, I'm Buffy!"
"You're Owen. . .*I'm* Buffy?" Owen repeated in confusion. His lips curled into a smile and I figured that he was joking the whole time. I rolled my eyes but then he asked with a grin, "Is this a game?"
"Huh?" I raised a brow.
"Are we pretending to be different people?" his perky voice asked.
"What?" Was this guy a nut or what?
He clapped his hands, "Oh! I get it! This is fun. So, I'm Buffy, right?"
Great. . .He was one of *those* guys. The "Beauty but no brains" type of guy.
I stood up and called for Spike. Turning back to Owen, I replied in sarcasm, "Sure. . ." I walked away with Spike trotting beside me.
"So, what'd you think, Spike? Is he the one?" My dog snorted and I nodded, "Yeah. My thoughts exactly."
Sighing, I realized that the personal ad was my only salvation.
& * & * & * & * &
I got home and dialed in my box number and pressed pound for responses.
A mechanical voice came over the phone: "You have. . ."
My hand tightened it's grip as I waited for the computer to tally up the number of responses.
". . .32 messages."
My eyes widened and a smile slowly crept onto my lips. Eager to see who called, I pressed one and the mechanical voice said: "Monday, July 24th, 1:10 P.M."
A man's voice came over the phone, "Strolls under the moonlight? I enjoy doing that. . .especially with a beautiful woman by my side. If you're interested, call me at. . ."
I fell backwards onto my bed and grinned like a fool.
By the end of the week. . . I was gonna have boyfriend.
& * & * & * & * &
A/N: As you can see, Buffy will be dating. SOOOO I need some SUGGESTIONS from ALL OF YOU. Could anyone please post types of PERSONALITIES OR GUYS that Buffy could date? Purty please?
I know you guys can do it! You guys gave me GREAT ideas on how to meet Spike. . .(which might be in the next chapter or the chapter after next, FOR SURE.) So I KNOW you guys can do this. I know I'm asking you guys for so many favors, but seriously, you guys are really my inspiration. *huggles*
Please be kind and review. =) If you want a story, you're gonna have to review. . .If you want Spuffyness. . .You're gonna have to review. . .lol *wink* ^_~