So we went over it. I showed her what I had done already, and what I thought he was looking for. She asked smart questions and found a lot of excuses to touch my arm. On a whim, I asked her out to dinner that Friday. It had been two months since you'd ditched me. And you'd told me that we weren't exclusive, after all. It sure seemed like you weren't, in any case.
We had a good date, just food and talking. She dressed much more naturally this time, and I complemented her on her clothes. She looked really good in her green blouse and jeans that fit her a little more comfortably. I loved the way her glasses looked with her eyes and I told her so. She blushed and bit her lip. Everything about her was cute. Wholesome, you might say.
We ended up back at our house. I told her that it was my fam
