By eleven ten, she was staring at the ceiling thinking about an entry on her calendar.
Tues, 7:00: Malcolm.
Why had she said yes that way?
Well, she knew exactly why she'd said yes, so it was ridiculous to ask herself the question.
She'd been sexually flustered and aroused and interested. No point in pretending otherwise.
So flustered, aroused, and interested, she hadn't even asked where he planned to go, what he planned to do.
How was she supposed to dress, for God's sake?
How was she supposed to prepare without the smallest detail to go on?
Did he plan to take her to dinner, a movie, a play, straight to a motel?
And why would they go to a motel when they both had homes?
And why couldn't she stop thinking and just read her damn book?
She could just call him and find out. But she didn't want to call him.
Any normal man would've said, I’ll pick you up at seven, we’ll go to dinner.
Then she'd know what to expect.
She certainly wasn't going to dress up when he'd probably pick her up on his motorcycle.
She didn't even know if he had a car. Why didn't she know that?
She could ask Del. She'd feel stupid asking Del. She felt stupid thinking about asking Del.
She felt stupid.
Happy Ever After
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9 Reasons First Dates Are Amazing (Even If They're Bad)
There's nothing in the world like a good first date. It has the perfect mix of butterflies and the surety that the guy is completely on the same page as you. And because there's so much potential, they're also one of the most nerve-racking events on the planet. I still believe that whether a first date is mind-blowingly amazing or awful, it's always a good thing. Here's why.
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He thought of a dozen reasons to break the date. He'd have preferred to go
alone, enjoy and absorb the exhibit. Then perhaps find an interesting woman to
discuss it with. Over coffee or a late supper.
That was, D.C. reminded himself, the way he operated.
But he didn't break the date. Or the next one he found himself making with
her. It baffled him that he enjoyed her company. It made absolutely no sense.
She liked art to express something specific in tangible terms. She preferred her
music subdued and her movies with subtitles.
They ended up debating half the time, sitting over steaming cups of espresso
or glasses of wine.
MacGregor Grooms - D.C.