Mr. Tennis originally invited me out for dinner, and when it comes to the day of our 2nd date, he texts, "Want to watch a movie at my place?" In no mood to have sex with him, I decline. After a couple more attempts, he finally gives up. We decide to meet at one of my favorite restaurants that I used go to with my ex. Tennis is already waiting for me when I arrive, he's somewhat grumpy because he just worked out and is starving. I don't stand for grumpiness, so I give him the cold shoulder. He notices and then tells me I look very pretty. Yes, this is about as mature as you can get with a 24-year-old.
Our dinner convo is mostly bland sprinkled with a few flirtatious remarks that my vagina remotely responds to. When the bill comes, I take out some money and Tennis says, "No, my treat. This is your birthday dinner." I inch my money towards him a little bit more, and he takes it. Well, I guess it's not my birthday dinner anymore!
We leave the restaurant and Tennis puts his arms around me and tries to kiss me on the lips. I turn my head and end up with a sloppy kiss on my cheek/eye region. It's all a little juvenile and awkward, and to top it off, we decide to go to McDonald's for ice cream. When I'm with Mr. Tennis, I kind of feel like it's a school day in college. We're hanging out, having light conversation, and have to get up for class the next morning. I already knew that nothing would develop in this relationship, and on this second date, I have confirmed that feeling. I hug Tennis and catch a cab to go home. This will most definitely be our last date.
Another one...chopped!
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