Fast and Furious

I had had a crush on David for awhile. Tall, thick dark hair, deep blue eyes and the pale yet ruddy complexion of a true Irishman. He finally asked me out one day, stopping by my office to see if I wanted to go by his place that night. That should have been Warning Sign #1, right? No "real" info on an actual date, just a loose "come back to my place." But I liked him, and readily agreed.

After work, I dashed home to freshen up and then off to his place. He opened the door as soon as I knocked and ushered me in, asking if I wanted something to drink. I said a Diet Coke would be great and he went off to the galley kitchen to get it. He came back and gave it to me. I had a few sips and as I took the glass from my mouth, he took it from me and said, "Here, you don't need that anymore," and put it on the shelf. He then gently pushed me down on the couch and started kissing me and unbuttoning my blouse. I was surprised at his abruptness, but god, he was so hot, I couldn't help but feel a race of adrenaline anyway. I stayed for a bit, just your basic fooling around, but that was the last time we saw each other socially. Hey, I'm not that easy. Wine and dine me first ... at least for a first date!

Rachel, Ohio

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