He looked like a scruffy Theo Huxtable, and they had been writing novellas to each other on the dating site. Their compatibility was only 35%, but the way they could write back and forth was promising. She figured that the guy tried hard enough, she might as well meet up with him and give him a chance.
For the first date, he decided on a breakfast buffet with bottomless mimosas. In fact, he was so eager that he already had their second and third date planned before the first one came up.
She felt his eyes on her body as soon as she walked up, and it made her self-conscious. Even when she was stick-thin she didn't think her body was anything to write home about. She felt herself being reminded of Piz and how desired he had made her feel. So far, this wasn't quite the same.
As the breakfast wore on they kept talking, he kept flirting. He mentioned that he was wearing some satin PJs one night, and she challenged him to wear them on their first date. He said he'd only wear them if she came in a tank top and leggings, which is what she was wearing in the sexy dream he had about her.
They loaded up on mimosas, and only had one plate of food each. Their conversation never experienced pause, and eventually they ended up holding hands over the table. As an ENFP he put her completely at ease. His need for words of affirmation were a little overwhelming for her, but she found herself feeling so comfortable with him.
They ended up sharing their first kiss at the table. His lips were full and sweet, and he was, as promised, a good kisser.
A haze filled swirl of booze and sexual chemistry later, and they ended up in her bed. They ended up going much further than she ever intended, she wasn't sure what had come over her. He was just so sweet, comfortable, and just the right amount of teasing. She couldn't get over how fast it all had gone.
12 hours after the date had started, they had shared a late dinner and she drove him home. He had already planned out their next two dates.