First Date Kinda Nervous Original Meme Novels & Stories

"I'm not normally like this. I guess I just really want you to like me..." A beat of silence passed, and I smiled. "The last time I went on a date was like, in highschool. Last week on Friday was the first time I'd ever been out with a guy in a long while." I revealed, hoping to ease some of the nervousness he felt. He pursed his lips. "I don't believe you." He said. "You're...stunning." I flushed. "Umm...I'm not sure what that has to do with me not going out on dates."

I forgot my usual line! "Yes. I'm a lover," he repeated. "B-But you know that I don't ..." "Date?" He smirked. "Of course I know that." “So why do you will i still be dating? You know what my answer will be! "I deliberately raised my voice so as not to notice the tremor. Heck, I don't even remember being as nervous as this for a confession! I didn’t even feel any of that. I found it normal, until I got used to how mambasted. This time, my rationality was thrown out.

Crandon’s POV I check my watch again as I lean against the car. 6:59. I told her seven. Reservation at 7:15. I’m cutting it close, but not late. That matters. First real date—not a work lunch, not a “we both happened to be hungry at the same time” thing. A date date. I smooth my jacket, glance in the mirror one more time, and exhale. Why am I this nervous? Headlights pull up two minutes later. Uber. My stomach flips because I already know it’s her.

I had a quick bath as soon as I got back home and I was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, exuding a charming confidence. My eyes met his reflection in the mirror, and I took a moment to appreciate my appearance. My hair is neatly combed, framing a face that carries the weight of experience. My heart is a bit heavy, and I’m feeling nervous too. It’s as if I’m going on a first date with my high school sweetheart. I don’t even think I felt this nervous on my first date, and I wonder why she had this effect on me.

She looked at me confused. "Well you two were dating before you found out you were mates. Were you nervous the first time you decided to have sex with him?" She thought about it for a moment and nodded. "I really was. I was really nervous because a part of me was worried I wasn't his mate. I decided to do things with him though because I genuinely loved him and wanted to give him an intimate part of me. I was so nervous I almost messed everything up though because I did vomit that night." She said with a chuckle.

I felt like I had lost my mind. “This is insane,” I whispered. “He’s not going to even notice my eyebrows.” It was time to meet him. I'd gotten here early and just sat in my car stressing for the past fifteen minutes and now I was technically late. It was my first second date in a very, very long time. I wasn't sure what the etiquette was. This must be how most people feel on first dates, I thought to myself.

His eyes were dark now, the blue swallowed up by something deeper, something hungry. "What I said before," I started, and my voice wavered. I swallowed, forcing the words out. "It was just… anger. Stupid. I'm glad you're here. That you came. This is… it's my first real date. I'm nervous. I've never… done this." My cheeks burned, and I looked down, at the way our hands were still linked. His thumb brushed the back of my hand, slow, like a question.

I felt like I had lost my mind. “This is insane,” I whispered. “He’s not going to even notice my eyebrows.” It was time to meet him. I'd gotten here early and just sat in my car stressing for the past fifteen minutes and now I was technically late. It was my first second date in a very, very long time. I wasn't sure what the etiquette was. This must be how most people feel on first dates, I thought to myself.

His eyes explored every detail of my body. “ I hope you like the rain cookies! “ I'm sure I'll like it. I was still nervous, because it was my first time taking the first step towards a date, in fact it was always difficult for me to have friends and a boyfriend, because of my mental disorder. “ After that night was everything ok?

, "That sounds tough" When the food arrived, I didn't even wait for him to start. I began shovelling the pasta into my mouth like I hadn't eaten in a week. “Slow down, Vi! The pasta isn't going anywhere,” Vance laughed, though he looked a little concerned now. He stopped talking about the power play and just watched me. “Seriously, what’s wrong? You’re acting really, really weird.” “I’m just... nervous,” I said, looking down at my plate. That part, at least, was true. “This is our first actual date, and I really wanted it to be perfect. I think I’m just overthinking everything.”