First Date Kinda Nervous Original Meme Novels & Stories

It’s the day of my opening, and I’m a nervous fucking wreck. I barely slept last night and feel like a zombie right now. Finally, at 4 a.m., I decide to just get out of bed and get the day started. Ship told me to text him the second I was ready for breakfast—no matter what time it was. He said he’d let me know whether I was being insane or just a normal first-time exhibitor. I get the feeling he’s as nervous as I am.

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.

She blushed and quickly dropped her hands. Jayden still holding her waist chuckled. "You are so shy" he said hoarsely. "I...uhmm...not shy" she cleared her throat. "Okay it's getting late. Let me take you back home" "Okay" As they made their way back to the car. Janet still flustered but doesn't want the night to end in an awkward note "Thank you Jayden" "For what?" "Everything. My first real date. It's a memorable one. I will never forget this night." 'My first real kiss' she blushed as she remembered.

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 nervously adjusted my short, pleated skirt as I stepped out of the taxi and approached the sleek, modern apartment building. My heart raced with anticipation and a hint of fear. I was about to meet John for our first date, a man I had met on a dating app just a week ago. His profile picture showed a handsome, muscular black man with a confident smile that made my knees weak. We had exchanged a few messages, but this was our first time meeting in person.

This was my first date and I was both excited and nervous. I couldn't wait to see where the night would take us...

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.

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.