Soundtrack: Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand.
“I want to take you out,” Grey said.
His straight-to-the-point, no-nonsense attitude was one of the things that made him appeal to me so much. He was a down-low dominant man, and he knew what he wanted. I didn’t need to make the first move because he was going to do it when he was good n’ ready. We were working at his pace, and that was fine with me. I couldn’t get enough of it, or him. I’d have put him in control of my whole life if I could… but we’ll get to that kink in due course.
“What do you mean, out?” I asked.
“Put on a dress and some heels. Do your hair. We’ll go for dinner.”
Damn. Not a question in sight. No requests; just demands. It should’ve pissed me off, but it just made him that much hotter. More than anything I wanted him to tell me exactly what he wanted, in the exact same short detail, during sex. It was technically our third date if you count my shift in The Admiral, and we all know that the third date is the sex date. Right?
Dainty and Feminine
I chose a pretty summer dress and some relatively high wedges, curling my hair into a half-up, half-down style because I couldn’t work out which I preferred more. I opted for somewhat neutral makeup. I figured that he’d probably like that best. My underwear was anything but neutral, of course. Lace felt like a fairly safe, yet sexy option. I didn’t know Grey quite enough to know his lingerie preferences yet, but who doesn’t love lace? The summer dress was a burgundy colour, decorated with tiny, cream coloured love hearts; so, I felt that a white lace bra and thong combo would work well. The black would be too obvious under the somewhat thin fabric.
The overall look was dainty and feminine, with just the right amount of skin and sassiness, I thought. In other words: exactly what I was hoping for.
I had a tough time with perfume choice. It was between Forever and Ever by Dior (sweet, pretty, feminine,) or D&G The One (heavier, sultry, obvious.) Sui Dreams by Anna Sui came in a close third, but it wasn’t long-lasting enough. I wanted to still small delicious enough to eat the morning after, you know?
In the end I went with D&G, because it was the more grownup option of the two. Grey had at least a handful of years on me. I didn’t want to be too dainty and girlie.
Dinner
I skipped out of my front door at least eight minutes after his “I’m here” text. I’m always [fashionably] late, but I also spent at least five of those minutes glaring at myself in the mirror, hating my outfit choice and wanting to change *everything.*
I should’ve picked a different, more mature dress.
Maybe he’ll hate these wedges?
Should I add a bit more makeup? Another bracelet? Different earrings? French panties instead of a thong?
I should just cancel.
I then wasted one more minute, tapping out at least five different cancellation texts, all of which I deleted. Pull yourself together, girl.
Nervous was an understatement. I’d never been that nervous about a date before, and I don’t think I have been since. I really liked him, though. I liked everything about him (so far.) Grey was tall and strong, intelligent and sophisticated, rocked a great body, and had the most amazing car… He was so far out of my Barbie blonde barmaid league. What was I even doing?!
Twenty-five minutes, two kisses, and one arm squeeze later, Grey and I were ordering food. I’d recommended the restaurant, so then, of course, I felt nervous about that on top of everything else. What if the food was bad and we both got sick? What if it was a manky place, had slow service, or somehow let me down in some other way even though it never had before? What if, what if, what if?
Thankfully, the restaurant did not let me down. Nor did my outfit, perfume, makeup, or anything else. In the words of Grey himself, I looked “perfect.”
But would it still be perfect when we got back to his hotel room…?
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Hotel Room Sex.
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