First dateI've only been on a handful of dates in my life. I'm not much of a meter-and-greeter. I've pretty much had boyfriends consecutively since my junior year of high school, with largely dateless breathing periods in between. But the few times I have ventured into that world have been humdingers.
Once, I met up with a guy I'd vaguely known in college and eventually developed a back-and-forth flirtation with on Facebook at a restaurant. The conversation flowed and he seemed fairly witty-until he felt comfortable enough to admit that he wasn't mature enough to not stare at my cleavage all night. Sure, he was honest, but it made the rest of the evening fairly awkward as I tried to scoot down in my hardback chair low enough to allow the tablecloth to rest upon my marked chest (which, incidentally, wasn't even out on display).
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