First Date Kinda Nervous Vine Novels & Stories

Virginia is my goddess and I can't wait to show her the night if her life; show her how amazing her life could be if she picked me. Right now I am stood in front of my mirror, tugging and brushing out my black jeans and royal blue shirt. I feel so nervous! I want this, but god I'm scared Virginia won't enjoy herself. My insecurities are getting the better of me. Can I do this? Can I be the guy Virginia deserves? Can I provide her with the best date ever? Can I? Yes. I have to be. I can't back down now! I take a deep, cleansing breath and sprint from my room, down the stairs to the kitchen.

That was Nina’s first kiss. Vans was way too aggressive. Her mind had gone numb throughout the entire kiss. When he finally let her go, she was still stunned in her seat, feeling lost. All she could feel was his warmth on her lips. It was a mark that he left on her, and the scent of her first love. “Look closely.” Before she could snap back to reality, Vans pulled his phone out and showed Nina the screen in the dark cinema. He scrolled to the names of the women he had been fooling around with.

she asks me. 'Nervous' is a better adjective. Honestly, this will be the first time that I have gone on a legitimate date with another man in a while. Yes, a couple of months ago, Sebastian and I had dinner at his house, but to us it wasn't a 'date' (even though we had sex later that same night). But this? This is a real fucking date. And my anxiety heightens as the hours roll by. I'm transparent with Lupita and admit that I am indeed nervous. She thinks it's cute but a waste of time.

Virginia's POV Shouldn’t you have butterflies on a first date? The nervousness of wanting to make a good first impression as you hoped it was the stepping stone for what could be your forever one day? This was what I fixated on as I applied the final details to my aesthetic. Soft curls pulled into a tight bun with tendrils falling around the curvature of my cheeks. A subtle lip but dramatic eyes were perfected after two tries, and Aimee’s virtual help, as I used what was left of the perfume she had given me for my last birthday on my pulse points. But I was anything but excited.

Anna’s Pov I’m nervous. I’m so fucking nervous that my hands are sweaty. It’s not like I don’t spend an unusual amount of time with Andre but this is just different. We had sex…a lot the night of the game. We went at it like rabbits and he hasn’t stopped checking up on me and it’s never happened before but I’m stupidly shy right now. I’ve been staring at his text for ten minutes. I don’t know what to reply to it but at the same time I know but I’m too scared.

I answered him. Lei and B. These are code names that we use for official transactions. Colby’s code name is Tres. Blake didn’t answer on the intercom. Usually, he’ll just answer a simple ok or thanks. I noticed it but didn’t make it a big deal. Then I heard a ding on my message app. “Thanks. Wanna grab dinner?” It was from Blake. I felt my face burn red and my heart suddenly raced. I think I stared at it for too long because he sent another one.

Great first date vibes. The date’s nice. The conversation is a little bit stiff, but I write it off as first date jitters. I drone on about the program that I’m working on and Connor listens politely, acts like he cares. I feign interest in his story about an ‘epic takedown’ on the practice field. He’s pleasant to be around, easy and uncomplicated. And so darn sweet. He orders dessert, picks up the tab. Holds my hand to walk me out of the restaurant.

All of a sudden he was filled with nerves about the upcoming date. Last night it took him a while to calm his mind to be able to fall asleep. It was so overactive analyzing everything that could go wrong at the date or what they will do. He threw around several possibilities in his head, and then he began to worry if he will be a good date companion. This is going to be his first date and even though it is all about the blonde convincing him to have a more serious relationship with her, he couldn't help being scared that he might fall short of the blonde's expectations.

The man's thin lips barely brushed against hers. Carolyn whispered, "I want to take a shower first, I sweated a lot just now." Carsen knew she was nervous, so he nodded and reluctantly kissed her lips, "I'll go downstairs to take a shower." Carolyn whispered okay. Watching the man close the door, she covered her pounding heart, "Oh my god! Am I going to do it with him in a while? I'm so nervous! What should I do? I'm a little scared. They say girls will bleed the first time, what if I don't later? Will he think I'm not a virgin?"

At the end of the road stands a giant tent. "What’s going on?" she whispers, her eyes fixed on the serene view. Travis wraps a muffler around her neck and kisses her forehead. "Let’s go on our first date." First date? Dawn thinks back and realizes she has never truly gone on a date before. Travis takes her hand, helping her out of the car. Each step feels significant, as though it’s guiding her toward something profound. Her heartbeat is different—steadier, yet full of excitement—and the path she’s walking toward the future feels irrevocably changed.