First Date Kinda Nervous Original Meme Novels & Stories

I wished he would at least tell me why he hates me so much. Now it was Saturday, the day I would be going on my first date with Atlas. I was a nervous wreck because one I have never been on a date and two I never had a boyfriend. I did have my first kiss though but it was a stolen kiss, a kiss I will never forget no matter how much I want to forget.

Until Laird broke the nervous tension by asking me. "I feel like we're going on a date. Is the first date always this nerve-wracking?" After clearing his throat, he asked. "I'm not sure. It feels so different from my first date." I remembered my first date with Lloyd back when I was in 9th grade. It felt more casual and relaxed, like just playing around. With Laird, it was so different that it made me unable to calm down. "Oh, yeah, you went on a date with Lloyd." Laird suddenly seemed to remember, and the embarrassed smile disappeared from his face instantly. His voice sounded cold, and I felt awkward again.

I threw a shirt at him, he burst out laughing. “No, I don't want to. Besides I want our first time to be special and not something induced.” I explained, smiling as I thought of Emily's words. He smiled gently “I understand, I'm nervous too." "You? What do you have to be nervous about?” I cocked my head in confusion. He blew out a breath nervously, “It’s your first heat and it’s also the first time I'll be spending a heat with someone. I want to do everything right by you.” He gazed at me intently.

he warns, stretching the last vowel of my name. "Fine," I sigh before breaking into a Cheshire grin and saying, "Terrencia." This time, he lets out a dramatic groan, and I can't resist blowing him an air kiss before genuinely reassuring him, "It's okay to be nervous, dude. Honestly, if you genuinely like someone—like you clearly do—it's normal to feel jittery about things like date nights, even after dating them for a while. Can you believe that?" I ask with genuine astonishment, still surprised that despite being together with Max for three months, I still get pre-date nerves from time to time. "Yeah?" He chuckles, shaking his head at my incredulous expression. "Why do you sound so surprise

I replied, “Was I too forward with the joke?” I shook my head, “no, I'm just a bit nervous,” I admitted. He touched my hand gently. “We’re both nervous. To be honest, this is the first date I've been on for a whil e, and I feel out of touch.” “Me too.” I admitted, “We'll be fine. We've got this.” I nodded. “Does this make us…a team?” He grinned at that. “Hell yeah. We're a team.”

Stan says, trying to sound upbeat, and my heart rate triples. He laughs as his sensitive ears pick up on the change, and I join in for a second. I haven't been on a first date since I was sixteen years old. I can laugh at myself. "I'm as nervous as a virgin on a wedding night," I reply, and his laughs become louder. We spend the remaining trip in comfortable silence, but I know our anxiety will hit the roof when we pull into their driveway. STANLEY POV Grovel. Beg. I'll do whatever it takes, and I will do it with a smile on my face if it works.

And right now, what I want is to be by her side. If I had my way, I would have gone and picked her up. Instead I decided to come here instead seeing as I’ve already gone against her wishes. It’s been so long since I’ve been this nervous. The first and last time I was this nervous was when I had sex for the first time. I was thirteen and didn’t know exactly what the fuck I was doing. It had been terrible given I had blown my load within seconds, leaving the girl I was fucking unsatisfied.

Like being sucker punched because I didn’t think anything would be inside. Our initials are tied inside a doodled heart, linking them together, while underneath the tiniest of lettering is a typewriter font date. Frowning at it, unsure he got that right as it seems to be earlier than our official first day, I can barely breathe or speak as aching sweetness consumes my entire torso and brings me to the brink of tears. “The da…”

I guess it was just the timing since I was mostly in a shitty mood because of what happened to my best friend. I was a bit nervous though. This was my first date with a man and I didn't know what to expect or what I should do. Thankfully Holly gave me a few pointers. But that didn't do much to ease my anxiety. My stomach was doing multiple flips and I was begining to become nauseous. I chewed on my inner lip and tapped my feet. "A penny for your thoughts?" I was tugged from my troubled thoughts. "I'm so nervous." I informed her. "I don't feel well."

When did I become nervous and unsure of what people think of me? Then realization drowned on me. I just took her on a f*cking date. Oh, man. This was going to be messy. •••