All the women in the bar had their devil eyes on him. The men looked envious. I then realized who he was. He was Mr. Popular. I suddenly felt unsure whether my free-spirited persona would mesh with the star quarterback.Read the rest here.
But I persuaded Dave to set up a double date for dinner anyway.
It went well. After dinner, he kissed me with his full, soft lips. He made me laugh. He listened. I felt beautiful around him.