Dating Fourth Date Novels & Stories

Alex piped in as usual as I groaned and tried to keep the conversation pg-13 knowing fully well that they won't let this go, until they were satisfied with the answers that I have given them. "A date is an outing that we go out with a guy, or a girl to talk and have dinner. And they become close and love each other." "And they get married and have babies?" Kelvin cut in as I nodded my head. "Yeah, that sort of thing exactly." Why did it feel like I was setting myself up for something at this point. "So where is your own date? That's how you had us...so where is he?" Alex asked as I winced knowing fully well I had done that to myself giving them a loaded weapon.

For me. What Leo did not know, what no one knew anymore, was my history with Jack. We were not just names to each other. Over twenty-three years ago, long before Leo was even born, Jack and I had dated. It was a wild, passionate, reckless time. I was young and building my first boutique. He was a rising, ambitious man in Tulsa’s darker corners. He had asked me to choose. A life with him, in his world. Or my own path. I had chosen my own path. And then, I had chosen Daniel.

“Fine. We’ll share a room—but not a bed. And I mean it. We take things slow. I need to know who you really are before I give myself to something so… irreversible.” He runs a hand through his hair, frustration flickering across his face. “And how do we do that, exactly? Get to know each other… slowly?” I draw in a breath. “Let’s… date.” Jack blinks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “What does that even mean?” I blink back. “You don’t know what dating is?” He tilts his head. “No. Should I?” I almost laugh, but there’s too much tension. ” I read about it in a book. Humans—before they get married—they date. They spend time together. Learn if they’re compatible before they commit for life.”

I smile, “Well, you’ve taken me to dinner twice and we've gone out for dessert.” Max glances at me, “You know they say it is customary to kiss on the third date.” “Well, is this our first date or our fourth?” I asked. Max smiles, “I think it is our third. The second night I took you out to dinner doesn’t count because we were traveling. I want this to be our third date.” In a teasing tone, I ask, “When do we discuss going steady?” “That was on the second date agenda. You already agreed,” Max replies teasingly.

I am going on a date. To be continued...

“We need to know some of that stuff about each other before the engagement party.” True. Especially in light of suspicions all wasn’t right with said engagement. “May twenty-third. I’m twenty-seven. You?” “April fourth. I’m thirty-four.” “You’re an old timer, eh?” A slight scowl. “I’d say experienced.” “So, Mr. Experienced, what other secrets do we need to share?” “Start with the basic first date stuff. What’s your favorite food?” “Steak. Followed closely by bacon. Followed closely by chocolate.” She picked up a straw and rolled it between her fingers. “I’ll bet I can guess yours.”

"I used to date a special agent with Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms here in Tampa. I'm pretty sure he's still here." "Dated a guy," he repeated slowly. "Uh-huh." She could see all the thoughts chasing themselves across his face. Surprise. Suspicion. And something else. Surely not jealous. They'd known each other less than twenty-four hours, even if they had just about fucked their brains out. Even if they had made a connection neither of them wanted to acknowledge. "What exactly does 'dated a guy' mean?" She sighed. "It means a friend introduced us, he asked me out, and we…dated. It never went anywhere for a lot of reasons."

Aaron’s face darkened immediately. Having spent the entire evening preparing for this grand proposal, Aaron had no idea who this newcomer was. “He’s Dustin. He’s my date…” Irene said. “Your date?!” Aaron’s face twisted in jealousy, and his gaze turned cold. He was angry. “I don’t recall you ever having a dance partner!” Over the past four years, Aaron had repeatedly asked Irene to be his date, only to be rejected every single time. How long had this guy been around? How was he already so close to her?!

“Getting up. We are going on a date tonight.” “A date?” Charlotte still looked confused and disoriented from their kisses. “Yes, a date” Dalton said as he moved back on the bed. “Can we leave it for another time?” Charlotte could not understand why he wanted them to go on a date today of all days when he just got back after a long time of them being separated. She was happy at the fact that he wanted to take her out, but she doubted that this was the right time. Weren't normal couples supposed to spend the whole day together in their room doing… Charlotte cleared her throat as her face turned red at her dirty thoughts.

“I haven’t heard from him since Saturday night. I don’t know what happened. I thought everything was great. I thought we had finally moved from dating to being, well, more than just dating.” Daniel took a breath before speaking and let it out slowly. “Okay, so I’ve been reading this blog about dating,” he held up his hand to stop her from speaking. “Don’t say anything. I know it’s lame, but this guy has some pretty cool things to say. Anyway, he was talking about the third date and saying that it is the go/no-go date.” “Go/no-go? What does that even mean?” “It means that it is the third date when you decide if the woman is someone you want to have in your life on a more permanent basis. It’s