Girlfriends
I’d just been out on my first real date. I was nineteen and had never really been out with a guy before. There was something about the guys I knew that didn’t turn me on. I thought it was just because the ones I grew up with were, you know, immature. I’d known them for years and thought of them like my brothers. There was no chemistry there with any of them.
When Walter from work asked me out, I was flattered. He was good looking guy, had a great job, seemed to a nice guy so I thought why not, I’d give him a try.
We went out for dinner and dancing. The meal was fabulous, and he paid, what a bonus. He was attentive to my needs, always made sure my drink was filled and gave me his full attention. He was a great conversationalist and a sensational dancer. We had so much fun. It
