Blind Date (open for one)

[TheRPGuru]

As a software engineer, I don't get out much. Honestly that's not true technically. The real truth is that I don't get out at all. I work for a big accounting firm Baker & Cole Inc, my job is to program firewalls and anti-malware tools for big financial institutions around the world. Since the hacker market is ever growing and ever evolving, my job security is pretty fucking solid. However since the hacker market is so robust, it also means that my job forces a lot of long hours on me.

Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Coding is the most interesting thing to me, I could spend hour doing it and I often do. Sometimes forgetting lunch and even dinner on longer work nights. My friends at the office get on my case to make sure I eat, and they make fun of me for never going out.

"Jake you gotta get on Tinder or some shit man. Go out and meet people, it ain't good being a shut-in all the time." John said, one of my best friends and an accountant at the firm. "Look I know this girl, she's smoking hot and unbelievably single. Let me set you two up."

I groaned and pushed away from my desk for a moment, "I don't know man, you know how I feel about meeting strange people."

"Dude you can't live like that. What's the harm? You met her for dinner, and the worst thing that happens is you have dinner and nothing else." He insisted. "But at least you fucking tried. You can't meet people staying inside constantly."

"I have a Tinder." I correct.

"Yeah how many swipes you doing?"

"Swipes?"

"That's what I fucking thought. Look let me set it up Friday night. If it doesn't work out, I'll never bother you again about it." He told me.

I sighed and nodded, "Alight man. I guess it wouldn't hurt to go out to a dinner and conversation. Though I don't know how exciting I can be."

John smirked, "Don't worry about it, she's nice and she'll go along with whatever conversation you can give her."

After work that evening John came up to me and gave me a piece of paper. "Okay dude, it's on. You'll meet her tomorrow night at La Tratoria, her name is Danielle."

So here I was, sitting at a booth against the wall waiting for my date to show up. We were supposed to meet at seven, but it was almost eight now and she hadn't shown up. A basket of breadsticks sat in front of me and I wondered what I should do. Would it be weird if I told the waiter my expected date wasn't showing and just ordered take out? I wore my best clothes, a button up blue silk shirt, black slacks, but maybe she saw me from the door and decided to bail on me.

"Sorry I'm late, traffic was a bitch." A beautiful voice said, as a woman sat down across from me. I glanced up from the basket of bread and blinked. I had to do a double take, because the woman before me was absolutely stunning. Not just hot, but utterly incredibly stunning. I couldn't believe that this was my date.

Danielle: https://i.imgur.com/4N11IDC.jpg

"It's umm...no problem." I stammered. "You uh...You must be Danielle. I'm Jake, John told me...absolutely nothing about you." I said trying to break the ice with a joke.

 

[Okbabie]

Hello....It's nice to meet you. I hope I'm not overdressed I just came from a performance that ran later than usual. I'm not sure if John told you I'm a musician. No no before you get all excited I'm not a rock star I'm a Harpist with the Symphony. Most people don't notice us let alone what we look like. We are almost always dressed in formal attire. Hence the crushed red velvet gown. I figured it t was an italian restaurant and maybe u would blend in with the decore. Seems I was right, gazing around at the red tufted booth seats, the floor to ceiling red velvet drapes wrapped back with thick satin gold ropes, the black gold and midnight blue design swirling around sparkling stars that carpeted the floor beneath our feet. I giggle to myself impressed with my ability to poke fun at myself and easing the tension the inevitable downside of the "The Blind Date." My eyes travel up from the floor as my laughter fades into a soft slightly nervous and insecure smile, I feel my cheeks getting hot as my eyes trace the outline of your hands soft yet strong your arms elbows bent sleeves rolled up exposing the hair glistening atop your tan toned forearms, such detailed sculpting in your muscles and tendons I think to myself, "why didn't he mention he was a musician. These were no doubt the hands and arms of a pianist." I continue my visual assent feeling almost dizzy from the intoxicating scent skin mixed with subtle spice of cologne coupled with my mad dash to make it across town in time to meet you, and our eyes meet. I'm locked in your gaze by some force that seems to be pulling me into you my face already warm grows even hotter my breath gets heavy and deep I can see my breasts raising up and down rapidly fearing they may expose themselves I cross my arm over my creamy pillows and appoligize. Feeling like an awkward school girl I pull my eyes away from your powerful stare and slowly cast my eyes downward they settle on your lips. God, I have never seen such amazing lips on a man full plump perfectly shaped stained a matte dusty mauve I knew women who had paid thousands hoping to achieve what you seem to have naturally been blessed with. Lips so delicious and inviting I imagine what they would taste like, sweet and smooth slight tingling of cinnamon. Oh what they might feel like enveloping my pussy which has been growing wetter as I slowly drink you in. For a moment I'm lost floating in some kind of surreal galaxy with you naked wrapped around my bare alabaster body the contrast of your strong golden masculine form around the soft curves of my smooth creamy feminity has taken hold of me I feel myself drifting off with my thoughts awhen I'm interrupted by someone calling my name..."Danielle, Danielle, .....". I'm suddenly aware of where I am, I've been caught daydreaming. I pull myself together hoping you can't read minds for all I've been imagining good what would you think of me? I muster up all of my inner strength and confidence trying to appear sound and respectable. I repeat to myself in my head, "classy, grace, come on girl pull yourself together, you are refined elegant, classy", and as soon as I feel like I gained control of myself I meet your gaze once again and my eyes are in love. "It's Danni, please just call me Danni". You smile and say. ....