Waiting from my date

 

I was so nervous. I had met her online. I wondered if she looked like her picture. I knew I wasn't bad looking myself, but my personality didn't help. I was taping my fingers, thinking on what I would do when she arrived, and seconds away from running away.

The whole restaurant was empty. It was already 5 minutes after the hour, and no one was showing up. A man entered the restaurant. He looked at me and said "there you are". I looked around, he was actually looking at me. "I am not who you are looking for... I am waiting for..." I was saying as he interrupted me by saying "Kim". 

I was about to tell him to leave, but suddenly I started to feel weird. I looked down, my pants looked like shorts, my tennis shoes like heels. My blouse was shorter, my navel piercing was.... just the same as it has always been.

I realized I was worring about nothing. "Hello handsome, yes, it is me, Kim... and you must be..." I said as he reintroduced himself "I am James". We talked for hours. I was very talkative as usual. And I just couldn't stop playing with my hair and biting my lips. 

Dinner was fun and all, but I just wanted to take James home, and well, show him a good time. I kept hoping he was well endowed if you know what I mean.