Blind Date

So here's another bad date story. What I'm just trying to say here is that you got to keep trying until you get it right.

I know I really shouldn't give in to the pressure my girl friend puts on me to go out with her and her boyfriend on a double date. She said I could use a little male attention. We were going to go out to eat at a restaurant and see what developed after. I never know what to wear because I'm hardly ever out of jeans and a T-shirt or Sweat-shirt. But tonight I find myself in a skirt and blouse, a bra (so my **** will be pointy and attract attention) and panty hose. It's been a long time since I looked like this and it feels strange.

But I guess when you're a girl you have to at least try to make yourself look pretty. Which is pretty hard for me. My girl friend Mary, her almost engaged boyfriend, and my date, pick me up in front of the house as I run to the car. Oh I forgot to mention I have on these weird shoes with heels that make it hard to walk and impossible to run. I do manage to get to the car, however, and just about topple in on top of my date in the back seat. As we untangle ourselves, I can feel his hand up my skirt as he extricates my body from his. Great start.

He tells me his name is Brad and that I look lovely as I try to pull my skirt down to where my panties don't show. I tell him that it is nice to meet him, which is the biggest lie I've told in a long time. Mary looks over at us from the front seat and tells me that I clean up real nice. I give her a phony smile and tell her how beautiful she looks tonight. She giggles because she knows I'm just pulling her chain.

Then Brad attempts to engage me in small talk on the way to the restaurant. He wants to know the usual stuff. Have I ever been married? Do I have a steady boyfriend now? Do I have any kids? I tell him no to all the above but don't ask him anything because I just don't care about the women in his life. I know I should be more friendly but I feel very vulnerable with a skirt on and feel like I need distance between us in order to feel comfortable. I guess feeling vulnerable is also part of the female trip.

We get to the restaurant and even have a few drinks and everyone is hoping that I will relax and go with the flow. After the meal, Mary's boyfriend invites us over to his place for a few more drinks. I knew this was coming because Mary and her friend are looking like they want to jump into each other pants. We arrive at Joe's apartment (Joe is Mary's boyfriend) and before you can say, "let's make out", Mary and Joe have escaped to Joe's bedroom, leaving me and Brad on the couch watching television.

I admit that I have been called frigid but I don't let that bother me. I just don't like to touch people who I really don't know and I don't like them to touch me either. I've already let perfect strangers paw and grab and grope me. Call me frigid or whatever, but it just doesn't turn me on. I like to know and like the person who is going to take off my blouse and have his way with me. I also like to know that I can let the other person know how far I want to go and he would respect my wishes. Brad was your typical,"lets' go all the way" kind of guy. But unfortunately for Brad, even though I had on a skirt, I was still stronger than he was from doing all the heavy work I do everyday on the farm. So I pushed him off of me onto the floor and told him I could probably rape him easier than he could rape me so maybe we'd better do something else. Of course he got pissed and started yelling at me until Mary and Joe came out of the bedroom in various stages of undress. They calmed Brad down and thought it best if they drove me home.

As I stepped out of the car in front of my house, I winked at Mary and said, "Well I guess that went well."