I was on a first date with a girl I was set up with through a friend. Her parents refused to let me take her out on my own without going on an "approval date" with them with us, first. We were both 17 at the time. The approval date was a Christian concert with Petra. It was horrid. Imagine Rod Stewart with Lycra pants and a small hard-on for a god.
So, I stand with them, bobbing my head for show. There's praising for the invisible sky daddy and let me say there were hundreds of viable women aged 17-21 screaming in ecstasy at this small dicked Rod Stewart. I was perplexed. Then, again, it was an all white crowd. Go figure.
The show ends and we are being driven back while my date and I are in the backseat. We hold hands, start rubbing thighs, then about ten minutes into the trip back, it's stealth fingerbanging.
We get to a convenience store, her parents go in, and then it's no longer stealthy. Straight up sloppy,
I was on a first date with a girl I was set up with through a friend. Her parents refused to let me take her out on my own without going on an "approval date" with them with us, first. We were both 17 at the time. The approval date was a Christian concert with Petra. It was horrid. Imagine Rod Stewart with Lycra pants and a small hard-on for a god.
So, I stand with them, bobbing my head for show. There's praising for the invisible sky daddy and let me say there were hundreds of viable women aged 17-21 screaming in ecstasy at this small dicked Rod Stewart. I was perplexed. Then, again, it was an all white crowd. Go figure.
The show ends and we are being driven back while my date and I are in the backseat. We hold hands, start rubbing thighs, then about ten minutes into the trip back, it's stealth fingerbanging.
We get to a convenience store, her parents go in, and then it's no longer stealthy. Straight up sloppy,
All in all, a fun night. Amen.