Finally She Came
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Here she was, at the Beach Party downtown, and as she walked around with a friend of hers she wore a loose skirt which the wind was kicking all over the place. Theresa is her first name. We work together. She doesn’t know it but I have this huge, huge crush on her and I want to go out with her if she’ll say yes. However, I’m the type of guy who is considered a nerd. I’m scared of asking a girl out and I’m scared of girls in general. I always have been but as I’ve grown up it hasn’t been a big problem. Still I’m a little scared of girls nonetheless. When I saw her at that Beach Party downtown my eyes stayed affixed to her curvy thick body. She’s the prettiest girl I know, or so I think she is, and a guy I know who’s a friend of mine told me a couple ways to get her to go out with me. “You could just ask her,” he told me. “That’s one way or you could be a little sneakier,” he said. I asked what he meant. “Write a note. Sneak over and put it into her mailbox and then sneak away. That’s the other way, alright?” “I’m not going to do that!” That’s what I told him. He shrugged his shoulders. It didn’t matter to him. They were simple suggestions. That’s all they were. She’s a sweet and quiet girl. That’s why I adored her so much because she’s sweet and quiet. I liked that about her. He didn’t care. “It’s only a suggestion,” he said. “Or you could ask her out face to face.” “Face to face,” I exclaimed! “Are you like nuts?” “She’s just a girl. That’s all. She probably wonders about being asked out. Have you ever thought about that?” he came back. The subject dropped. We left shortly after that. I thought about her all the way home and as I did I wanted to go out with her and be with her and heck, I wanted to hold her hand as well. God, to hold her hand well I don’t know for sure how it made me feel, but I do know that if I could I’d be in another world. He dropped me off at my place and once I got inside I simply Anadolu Yakası Escort sat around while I thought about her. And I thought about her figure, smile, and her personality too. She makes me feel special all the time when I see her. Anyway, at home later on I thought about something much heavier then that. I asked myself what if I did get to go out with her. What if we did start going out and after several days things started to progress, emotionally, and whatever else came with that? I wasn’t sure about that. I mean what if she wanted to have sex or play around? Me, well I’m just a guy. I’m just a guy who has never had sexual relations with a woman before. I really didn’t know exactly how to do those sorts of things. I’ve never gone to second base and of course I’ve never been to third base either. So I’m asking myself how do I uhhh get there if that sort of stuff goes that far. I went online of course. I looked all that stuff up. I read and I read and I researched it as much as I could. I learned and I learned about it as much as I was able to learn. By the time I was done I felt confident that if a relationship did come to that point that I’d be able to do the stuff a man should be able to do or at least I thought I could. Anyway, here I was, at work, and I started to ask myself how should I proceed with this? Then I answered my own question. I’ll write her a note and secretly put it into her box. I wrote it and re-wrote it until I thought I liked it well enough. I printed it, once I was at ease with it, and folded it and put it in a blank envelope. I put her name on it leaving mine off it completely. Once I got enough guts to do it, I stood up, took a deep breath of air, and tried to be mature about it and walk it down to the mailboxes. I found hers and slid it in. In essence it read something like this: “Dear Theresa. I’ve liked you for a very long Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan time. I’ve liked your personality a lot. You have a very sweet smile. I love that about you. I’m not sure what to say here but some day I’d love it if we could go out on a date and have a nice time together. I’m scared at this point and time to use my name so I’m signing it by putting ‘affectionately yours.’ I’m not sure what else to say. I’ll write again.” I wanted to write her later on that day but I waited, and I waited, two whole agonizing days. Yes, they were agonizing alright because I wanted to sit down with her, and I wanted to be with her and talk to her and I wanted to know all there was to know about Theresa. In that two whole days I found I was falling in love with her. That day I put the second note into her mailbox was one of the most terrific days of my life. She somehow found out it was me who put the note into her mailbox and as soon as she did I got a call. “Hi,” she said. “You wrote the note? Really you did that for me?” she said. My answer was what I thought a soft spoken answer. “Yes. You liked it, honestly?” “Tim, I loved how it sounded. I’d love to go out with you. I really would to be honest with you. Uhhhhhh do you want to meet somewhere or would you like to pick me up or what?” she said in a voice which for me sounded supple and almost seductive like. It was my imagination which had me thinking that way of course. She made my day. I told her seeing as I wanted to be a gentleman that I could pick her up. The very first thing I did was to stop at the car wash and clean my car out. I cleaned it up and spent an hour doing it thank God. Then I went home and showered, twice. I headed out. I left early and got there early. She was ready. She looked marvelous. At least in my opinion she did and I made sure she knew she looked “marvelous” too. The Escort Anadolu Yakası look on her face, once I said she did, said a million words. I felt honored to be with a girl, as pretty as Theresa was, and to be said yes to once I got a date with her. We went to dinner. It didn’t matter where we went but I took her to a nice place. She liked it a lot, thankfully. I spent a lot but I didn’t care. Dinner with Theresa, for me, was super. We talked and we talked and we talked almost about everything. No, not everything, but in truth we talked about a lot of stuff including work of course. Then she surprised me once we decided to leave. “Would you care to come back to the house?” she asked. Oh my God! Come back to her house, really? Does she mean that? Really, she means it? Oh my freaking God! “Uhhhhhh, I uhhh don’t know,” I said. “I’m uh not sure,” I replied. And then she turned and looked at me. “Tim it isn’t like I’m going to do anything if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m only asking you back to the house. That’s all.” I was soooo relieved she said that and I said, in relief, “Ohhhhhhh oh uh good,” as I took a deep breath of air and looked at her. She had on this smile. It was a sweet smile too. I loved it and I loved the overall look on her face as she smiled into my eyes. “Uhhh good, that’s uhhh good.” “Why’s that?” she said as we came closer to her apartment. “Ohhhhhhh no reason,” I lied as I shook my head. “No really,” she asked. “Why is that?” We pulled into the parking lot. I asked her where she wanted me to park. She told me, smiling as she did, and of course I smiled back as best I could. She could tell something was going on in my thoughts, right then and there. “Come on up?” she asked. “Uhhhhhh sure,” I replied. We went up to her second floor apartment. It was a nice layout, I thought. It had more then my place did. Maybe it was because she is a girl and females always have nicer stuff then guys ever have. It didn’t matter. Her personality did it for me. She was the perfect hostess, I thought, and I felt comfy right away. We sat and talked some more and I felt I could move into her apartment right away. About an hour later I left, telling her I had a great night, and we hugged. I didn’t want to let go of that hug she gave me.
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