A/N: Thank you all so much for the continued support. Sorry to keep you all waiting for this update. So, its date time, who is ready?
Hope you enjoy x
So she left me in charge of organising the date and it seemed perfect as I left hers but then I started to freak. I have no idea what she would want to do as a date or what we should do because in all honestly I have never been on an actual date. So with not a clue what to plan I found myself spending the evening flicking through some of those rom com thingys for ideas and then finally I got one.
So...
I text her the details and just got a simple reply of ok.
So that has just made me a bag of nerves. No direction, I couldn't tell if she was pleased, or disappointed but I suppose I did only give her a time I would pick her up. She doesn't actually know the details of the date, so I suppose I shouldn't be worrying but I am.
What if she doesn't like what I have planned?
What if she doesn't think it constitutes as a first date?
What if it is just rubbish and doesn't go well?
I will just have blown my chance!
So anyway...tonight is the big night. I have half an hour until I have to be there to pick her up and I'm not even dressed yet.
Once again I am facing the do I wear a dress dilemma or do I opt for something less feminine?
Oh god I just don't know and the clock is ticking.
I can't be late. Come on make a decision...just pick, dress or smart trousers and top.
grrrr why is this so hard?!
So with five minutes to spare I am out the door, with still damp hair and a dress! Yes that is right, I am wearing a dress.
When I finally arrive to pick her up, I feel so uncomfortable I am not even sure I want to get out of my car and go and call for her but then I catch a glimpse of her peeking out of the window and she looks breathtaking.
I can't waste this opportunity.
Keeping that thought in mind I slowly get out of the car and up the path to the door just praying that this is all going to go well and most importantly, that she enjoys herself and has a good time.
Again I don't get a chance to knock on the door before it is opened but she doesn't invite me in just hurries out herself and off down the path leaving me to follow.
So great...we're off to an awkward start.
I follow her and get my car door for her as she stands by it. I make sure she is comfortable in her seat before closing her door and then hurry to get myself back into the drivers seat.
I hope I start to feel more comfortable soon. Driving in silence and without a word exchanged between us I fear the awkwardness is going to take over the whole evening.
We arrive at the destination.
"A restaurant" she states.
I can't help but detect a little sarcasm in that. Great so she is not impressed so far.
And before you all start I know, restaurant, cliché but after all those rom coms this was seriously the most sensible and grown up idea. After all my date is a woman with good taste and this is the best restaurant I can afford.
So we have parked up and I hurried out of the car, unfortunately in a somewhat ungraceful fashion but at least it made her smirk. I helped her out like a true gentleman would so I guess that has earned me some brownie points.
She is still smiling when we get inside and I check our reservation so that is also a good sign and then she continues to smile even after I have sat opposite her.
Things are beginning to look up.
There is an awkward silence as we both look over the menu and when the waitress comes over to take a drinks order I let her order whatever she wants first. If there is one thing I have learned it is that I do not get to control her life, even with something as simple as ordering her a wine. I wouldn't dare and I wouldn't want to, her individuality and ability to think so forwardly for herself are just a few of the reasons I love her.
She typically orders wine and I smirk but I love her confidence.
I then order a whiskey shot. I need to get my confidence sorted.
We then sit back in silence again. Eyes on menus until she starts talking to me about the dishes and politely asking what takes my fancy. She takes my fancy but I know she means food so I scan the menu and say the first thing I see.
"Errr lasagne I think"
That earns me another smile.
"Well then looks like we have similar tastes. I think I will join you in the lasagne"
Oh god that was so hot!
She is so hot!
Ahhhhh calm down, calm down!
Then she smiles again. Is she trying to destroy me?!
I thank god when the waitress comes to take our order and luckily for me she is distracted by giving her our order and thank god she did because no sooner has the waitress left the table I seem to have forgotten how to speak.
"Well this is nice" she states gently.
Insert my stupid jaw drop and no sound here.
She giggles and her cheeks go a little pink.
Oh my god I am dead. I am actually freaking dead!
