The First Date
This week marks the anniversary of the first “vanilla date” Sade and I went on.
I had been serving her both sexually and non for a few weeks at that point. Doing chores and enthusiastically going down on her several times a day when she told me we were going to go on a vanilla date.
There would be no D/s, no kink, just a girl and a boy going out on a first date.
She said she wanted to know me as a person and not just as a sex toy. She wanted to know if there was something more between us than just kink and sex.
I was thrilled by the idea. Not specifically the part about wanting to see the vanilla me but just the fact that she was thinking of something more. By that time I had resigned myself to the idea that I wasn’t going to find anyone for anything more than causal play.
Dinner and a movie, that’s what she wanted.
I had to remind myself not to say “Yes Ma’am” and internally debated what would cross the line from being gentlemanly to obviously in the servant mode. I wanted to show her I could do it, that I could do more than just her bidding, that I could relate to her, engage with her and connect with her conversationally. Basically I had to somehow find a way to charm her.
When I look back now I wonder what the hell I was thinking. I had picked a nice french bistro. A perfect choice if I do say so myself but for the movie we ended up going to Inglorious Bastards. Inglorious bastards? What a terrible pick. It not romantic, not a classic comedy and it’s a World War II movie.
Rule one of first-date movies..ok rule one of anything for a first date, is to avoid things that may make your date think of Hitler.
But she liked the geocaching. She liked the movie too or at least she liked going to the movie with me.
Afterwards we walked along the river. I kept wondering if I was doing well or not, if I had passed the test. If she was going to elevate me to more than a casual thing. I remember near the end asking if I was doing well. She replied in a way that kept me guessing, she always loves to keep me guessing.
I still get butterflies when I think of that first date.
I still get butterflies when I come home from work and she’s there smiling at me when I open the door.