The Dating Plan Novels & Stories

“How about 14th of February?” I frowned. “Don’t be cheesy. Third week sounds good though.” I waited for Daniel to say something else but it looks like he had been working prior to me getting here. The laptop was on the bed and he went right back tapping on the keyboard when I went into the bathroom to change. When I came back out, he was still busy tapping away. “You’re seriously not going to say anything?” I asked him incredulously. Daniel looked up from his laptop frowning. “What’s there to say? We decided a date, so now we can just hire a wedding planner and leave things to them.”

I am going on a date. To be continued...

Max is silent for a moment, then asks, “Would you consider dating me?” “Dating? But we are married,” I asked, confused. “Yeah, it was a silly idea,” Max says as he focuses on the drive. I feel a wave of disappointment and sadness wash over me. In a soft voice, I ask, “What classifies as a date?” Max shrugs, “Going out to dinner, or a movie. Some activity we do away from the house.” I smile, “Well, you’ve taken me to dinner twice and we've gone out for dessert.”

For fuck sake. “Well, not like actual plans to go out or anything. I just told them we would be back before dinner”. “So… could you let them know you will be home later? Just to be clear – we have something planned after dinner as well. “I guess I can…”. The megawatt smile that spreads across their faces lights them up completely. It’s such a stark contrast to the dark, brooding men I thought they were. I should have known they had something planned after this and after dinner. They are determined to make the most out of these dates.

It was a fun project for them to engage in; it provided many Perfect Romantic Date Nights. India and Denver spent two weeks plotting, planning, and, if they were being honest, laughing far more than scheming. The idea had started as a joke, but it had grown into something deliciously mischievous, a way to reclaim joy and romance after months of family drama and emotional storms. They sat cross-legged on their bed one evening, a notepad between them, ideas scribbled in different colored pens. Denver’s handwriting was bold and slanted, India’s looping and neat.” We can’t screw this up. We have the new phones.” India states.

"Ah yes. Ok here's what i was going to say,lets plan out dates." "What type of dates though?" "Dates, romantic dates duh" Lola rolled her eyes. "We'll go on a series of dates with each other's friends till whenever we find the perfect partners,then we'll proceed to settle down." "You're saying it like its super easy,Lola. Why again does it have to be double dates?" "You're saying "again" like you asked before." "I was thinking it though." "So I'm supposed to read your mind now or something?" ".. maybe."

Hazel nixed his idea right away. "It's really difficult to understand what women want and how to plan a perfect dinner date," Dmitri said with squinted eyes. “You tell me what a dinner date means to you then.” "The perfect dinner date is all about romance and love. It’s about enjoying each other’s company and basking in the warm glow of love on a pleasant night," Hazel expressed her view, almost sharing her fantasies of going out with Dmitri. "Our relationship is too new and fresh. I don’t know much about her so it's a little challenging to plan a date to impress her," Dmitri shook his head.

Kai asked. I smiled. “I guess this can count as the first date. A group date.” “Well, that’s wack,” Remy laughed. “But I understand.” “And as for these dates,” Kai suddenly asked, “Do we get to plan them or what?” I shrugged. “Sure. Honestly, I’ve never been much of a planner of dates. All I want is just some time alone to get to know you all as individuals, apart from what I knew of you via Nathan.”

The battle would be over before it began. Maleek Date had a purpose now. He had seventy-two hours to make her see him for what he wanted to be. As he approached the campus that was known for its culinary arts program, he wondered if this would be the last time he made this drive or would he be picking her up more often. He hoped beyond all hope that it was the latter and not the former. It all hinged on one very stubborn eighteen-year-old girl. He was getting nervous.

I looked away. He used his hands to move my face back to meet his eyes,"Muffin,I promise and swear that this is gonna perfect,I won't ditch you,I promise,babe,just please go on a date with me,it will be fun, it's been planned"He said in a rush as he tried to convince me to change my mind. "Planned by who?" "Your brother and I"He replied. "We gonna have a date and also after date"He grinned. "After-date,is that a thing now?"I inquired.