Adventures in Modern Dating - Sex Stories

Adventures in Modern Dating

... she was politely evasive. She would quickly try to turn the questions around, leaving me to be equally evasive in return. Mom had apparently sicced us on each other for information. That was not totally unexpected.

I tried not to think about the pending question, hoping my subconscious would come up with something. It apparently decided to go on vacation instead. I had trouble falling asleep Saturday night. As soon as I was alone, the question wouldn't leave me be.

Generic nonanswers didn't work. I had to choose and then rationally justify it. I wondered if my match had had the same problem. I hoped so because the question was driving me insane.

It wouldn't let me avoid discussing a physical relationship. It was like it wanted me to categorically state whether I would rather fuck my sister or a random stranger who I may or may not like. What kind of choice is that?

I knew the answer even if I didn't want to admit it. I had to decide whether I wanted to finally meet the person this app determined I was most compatible with or not.

It was time to shit or get off the pot. I thought about it all day Sunday before typing my carefully reasoned answer Sunday night.

Monday was nerve-wracking. Every notification almost gave me a heart attack only to be followed by deep disappointment when it was for something else. I barely slept Monday night.

Tuesday at lunch my answer arrived. Our first date was scheduled for Saturday night at a restaurant I had never heard ...

... of. It would be prepaid for dinner only although we were free to do other things afterward. Further dates would be determined depending on the outcome of our first meeting.

I called Mom Tuesday night when I got home to let her know I wouldn't be over on Saturday because I had a date. She was beyond ecstatic for me. I texted April to let her know and she sent a bunch of happy emojis and hearts.

I came up with a cover story for dinner on Thursday. I wasn't going to give any information so I wouldn't jinx it. I simply explained it was dinner at a new restaurant and we wanted to take things slow. April and Mom were disappointed at the lack of information but Dad seemed happy that I had a date.

By Saturday morning, I was all nerves. April called as I was getting ready to wish me luck and made me promise to give her all the details later. She sounded genuinely happy and excited. I felt a little sad that she wasn't having any luck but maybe the guy she was talking to might eventually ask her out.

The instructions I received Friday were clear. Show up a little before eight and ask for Table 7. If my match wasn't there already, I should wait until I received a notification or they arrived. The dinner was already paid for but I shouldn't expect anything beyond that.

I was there at 7:45. All the other tables and booths had numbers with couples at various stages of dinner. We were the last booth to be seated.

I sat nervously, watching the entryway into the dining area. ...