First Date Kinda Nervous Original Meme Novels & Stories

“Care to share your worries?” “I’m just tired,” I say. Probably not the best excuse to give to someone who has had a more tiring day but still looks like he could go all night. So I add, “I’ll get used to the craziness soon.” “The first day is always the toughest, so they say,” he tells me, grinning. “You’ll get used to it.” Keri appears again just as I get my new drink. “Y’all need to stop being boring and come dance with me,” she says, leaning on the counter beside Adam and giving us both looks.

I can say this is my first time of having sex, because the first time was forced. "What's on your mind, baby?" He whispered in my ear. "Nothing, I am very fine," I said, scratching the back of my neck. I didn't know why I was nervous all of a sudden. I quickly stood up and put on my clothes. This is an office, and we shouldn't be doing this right. Now I see why Adam declared this office to be covered with the blood of Jesus. That's a good prayer indeed. I didn't realise I was smiling. I raised my eye, and our gazes met. He gave me a cute smile. And that melts my heart. I gulp down nothing and shove my head in the ground. He came closer and lifted my jaw up with his finger.

He averted his gaze, then he ruffled his hair while murmuring something. "Shit. I have to do well then," he said, which made me laugh. "Silly! You don't have to be so nervous! I don't mind simple dates, as long as I enjoy it," I said, patting his back. "I have to make it memorable, it's your first date!" He exclaimed. "Damn, why does it have to be your first date? Now I'm feeling pressured. Not that I wanted you to have a date with other men. But I'm just so nervous right now, fuck."

She paced just under my skin, ears twitching, nose lifting toward some unseen current of air. Restless. Uncomfortable. Like she knew something was coming. Like she was bracing for a storm. I pressed my hand against my stomach, willing the unease to settle. “First-day nerves,” I muttered under my breath. Maybe if I said it enough, it would be true. We wrapped up just before six. As I was gathering my things, my phone buzzed. Kayla: Happy hour at Fangs. You need to celebrate not embarrassing yourself on day one. I’m dragging you if I have to.

I should’ve done this before I went out with Marcie. Despite my frustration, just thinking about her brings a smile to my face. Sure, I don’t really have many first dates to judge it against—I think—but that seemed like a pretty good first date. A pretty great one. When I kissed her, she just melted, and I got the first sense she was as nervous as me. God, I hope she couldn’t tell how nervous I was. I’ll just text her. Something cute. Low pressure, but trying to see if she wants to go out again.

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

‘Why do I feel like it’s my first date?’ Max felt so nervous he was sweating. This was not a feeling he was familiar with. He always had the confidence to face any task or person, but there was something about Celine that threw him off his game. It felt like this was one date he could not mess up because his life depended on it. ‘So how is your sister? Is she feeling any better?’ She asked when someone tapped her shoulder. ‘Celine, I saw you from the street. Why are you having lunch here? Does your lunch date know who you are? That you don’t eat at places like these?’

Thursday came faster than Trent expected it. He started dressing for the fake date with a bundle of nerves eating at him. Nervousness was one of the emotions that Trent hated the most. It didn’t serve any rational or beneficial reason other than to make people act like complete idiots. Though he told himself it didn’t matter, Trent hoped Mel like their fake date. He couldn’t let the boring movie and dinner be their first date, even if it was fake. So he decided to go with his idea.

It's almost midnight, and I'm walking hurriedly down the grimy streets leading to Barry's apartment. The disappointment in his voice when I told him I wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t coming over has been plaguing me for hours. It was the night. The night we were supposed to connect for the first time. Intimately. Sex. We were going to have sex for the first time. My first time. I chickened out at the last minute, scared of the unknown.

I will die of disappointment and desire. What do couples do on first dates, huh? Maybe I should G****e that. Heck! Fuck this anxiety!