Today was my first date with Ally. Ally, Ally, Ally, good gally, Miss Ally. I've had sex with women a bunch of times, but I never actually went on a date with any of them.

I don't even know what to do on a date. What was I suppose to do? I know I have to be myself, but Ally can't know about the Lothario side of me. She just needs to the cool, naïve side of me.

So we're going to a Rocky Horror Show Picture Show? How do I dress?

I skimmed through my closet. Let's see. My grey and black striped button up shirt, white t-shirt underneath, dark jeans, and my favorite shoes.

After putting my clothes on, I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked good. I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. My breath smelled fresh.

I looked at myself in the mirror for the moment. Was should I say to Ally?

"Hey, Ally," I said to my reflection. No, I should be a bit more…suave. "Hey, baby, you look incredible."

God, she's gonna think I'm an idiot. None of my regular moves would work on Ally. She's not like any of the girls I had sex with. Sex does not seemed to be that important to Ally like all girls.

She told me that the picture show starts at seven o'clock. It's only 7:43 pm. I should go pick her up now.

I arrived at Ally's house. Usually, I would honk the horn, but I don't think that's the right thing to do. So I waked up to her door. My knuckles gently knocked on her door.

Ally's front door opened. The gorgeous brunette appeared there. She was wearing a black floral dress.

"Whoa, you look gorgeous," I complimented.

"Really?" Ally said.

"Yes, you really do."

Both of us got in the car and starting driving to the theater place.

"So what's the Rocky Horror Show about?" I asked Ally.

"Just some kind of Halloween creepy house musical," Ally answered. "Rosie, Trish, and Dez are in it."

"Oh, that's cool."

"Only because of Rosie's community service."

"Who are they playing?"

"Dez is playing Dr. Frank-N-Furter, Trish is playing Magenta, and Rosie is playing Columbia."

"Sounds interesting."

"You're gonna love it."

Ally and I got to the theater. We got seats in the front row. It was a few minutes before the show starts.

"So what do your parents do?" I asked Ally.

"My dad is the owner of Sonic Boom, a music store," she said. "He sells and makes instruments."

"Has he ever given any instruments to any celebrities?"

"Yeah, he made an acoustic guitar for Taylor Swift, a set of drums for Justin Bieber, and bagpipes for Johnny Depp."

"Bagpipes?"

"Also, my mom's an author."

"That's cool. At least your parents got coo careers."

"What do your parents do?"

"Well, my mom used to be a hand model. Now she and my dad are the king and queen of Moon's Mattress Kingdom."

"Moon's Mattress Kingdom? What's so bad about a mattress store?"

"I'm considered to be the prince, which is humiliating. More humiliating then when I was twelve years-old, I had braces. During class, I fell asleep and started drooling. Everybody laughed at me."

Ally started laughing. I started to blush as she stopped laughing.

"At least in school, you never wore Hello Kitty panties and everyone laughed at you when you bent over."

"You wanna know embarrassing? I played dodgeball naked at summer camp when I was eleven."

"Ouch. Was it that bad?"

"Pretty bad."

The lights started to fade. "Oh, it's starting," said Ally.

On the stage, people were standing there in red and black corsets, including the men. Dez was on top wearing that stuff. Trish and Rosie were in the same outfits too.

As the music starts, Dez lip syncs the song. He started walking off the stage and towards us. Dez sat on my lap and crossed his legs. The audience was laughing. He wrapped his red boa around my neck. Then, Dez leaned over towards Ally and kissed her on the forehead.

Honestly, I give the Rocky Horror Show four stars. It is stunningly amazing.

During the Toucha Toucha Touch me scene, I just kept thinking of Ally. I saw her as Janet in the white bra and saw me as Rocky. Both of them seductively touched each other. While we watched that part, Ally grabbed my hand on the arm between our seats.

Just looking at this scene was making my lavito running. The sexual way of seeing Ally made me sick. Sex with Ally didn't feel like a big deal right now. It didn't exactly mattered to me.

Our moment together became extremely once I did the stupid thing. I leaned over and quickly kissed her. I pulled back like a scared little kid.

At that moment, I felt like that if I looked at her she would die. I glanced at her and she smiled at me.

For the first time, I was out on a date with girl and I felt the way I did when I was with Victoria Fox. My palms were sweaty and my stomach was in a knot.

After the show, Ally and I met Trish, Rosie, and Dez backstage.

"Hey, guys," said Trish. "How did we do?"

"Great," I answered. "I loved it."

"You two are on a date here so…" said Dez, "…girls, lets not bother these two lovebirds."

"Oh, yeah," said Rosie. "Hasta la vista, lovers."

Ally and I were in my car. I drove her back home. At her front porch, the both of us awkwardly stood there.

"I had a great time," said Ally.

"Me too," I said. "I really did. I really want to do this again."

"I do too."

"By the way, sorry about that awkward random kiss."

"It's okay. When you did, I kind of felt how nervous you were. During the show, you hardly said a word."

"Alls, I'll admit that…I have dated…a lot. I feel confident and awesome. With you, I realized how pretty, smart, down-to-earth, and funny you are that I feel like a scared teenager."

"You don't have to. You can kiss me anytime you want as long as you let me."

"I give you permission to kiss me any time you want."

Ally's front door opened. A man was standing there tapping his foot.

"Oh, Dad," said Ally. "Seriously?"

"Yep, seriously," he smiled. "So this is Austin."

"Dad, you're embarrassing me. Austin, I'll see you later."

"Good night, Ally."

We didn't hug or kiss at all. Ally just walked into her house. Mr. Dawson stood there at the door looking at me.

"I got my eye on you, Blondie," he said. "You really respect Ally and I'm surprised to see a guy like you being like that."

"Every girl needs to be respected, Mr. Dawson," I said. "Good night."

"Austin?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just call me Lestor."

"Whatever you say, Lestor."