The first date was okay. It went how they normally all did. Meet up, awkwardly hug, eat some cheap mexican food, go the movies, drop her off back at her place, then leave. I never really thought much about it, or about her. She seemed cute, but they all did. She was nice, but they all were. She was definitely a little weirder than previous girls i've met with in the past. I liked that. As I was dropping her off, she left out the car door with a slightly risen knee-length skirt. I tried not to stare, I didn't want to be rude. I smiled, she was cute; I looked back up to meet her flirty eyes. "Not tonight" I thought to myself. Well now I know she must like me at least. I smile back up at her ignorantly, pretending I'm not catching onto the hint she's giving me. I thought hookups didn't exist on bumble, I guess they do. She smiles back while leaning down giving me a good shot of her breast, trying harder to lure me in. She was very beautiful, her small waist, B cup sized breast, and an averaged size ass. Maybe she was just pretty. The date had gone well, I could just tell we didn't click, that was one thing she had in common with every previous girl. Maybe I am becoming too picky. I exited out of my thoughts when I heard her small voice "Can I get a kiss at least?". I smiled to myself. Looking at her lips, they looked cute. On the thinner side, with lipgloss she had applied only a few minutes earlier, they were pink, I like pink. I decided against it, I didn't want to lead her on. "I'm sorry, but I can't." I said. "What do you mean you can't?! Didn't we have a good time tonight" she said pouting, hurt flashing before her eyes. I felt bad, I really did. I always do, I hate it as much as she does. I wish I felt something, I wish I wanted someone. It's tiring being alone, even if it's because of your own doings. "I had a good time tonight, I just didn't feel anything special between us. I'm really sorry, you're a very sweet girl, just not the sweet girl for me" I gave her a pity smile before switching my car into drive. "Let me watch you go inside before I leave please" I said. It was the least I could do after tonight. She nodded with a pouting bottom lip, it was cute. She grabbed her purse and turned her body facing her front door and before I knew it, she was inside. I lifted my foot off the break and drove back home. Which is where I am now. I grab my phone off my bedside table, then put it back down. I should get ready for bed first. I take off my shirt and pants and then make my way to my bathroom with a towel. I shut the door behind me, I don't know why I do it, I live alone. I take off my underwear and turn on the shower. I look into the mirror while I let it warm up. My hairs a mess, I sighed. I wanted her to be the one, at this point, I will take anyone. I grab a handful of hair and take a deep breath. The mirror now starting to fog up because of the warm water the shower is spouting out. I turn my body and walk myself to the shower. Opening the curtain Reaching a hand out to feel the temperature of the water. It was good; a little on the hot side, but that's how I liked it. I step in, feeling the water drops caress my body. I get my hair wet and brush it all back and out of my face. I grab my loofah and squirt some body-soap onto it, I start from my neck and work my way down. My skin has been way softer ever since I've moisturized as soon as I get out of the shower. I read something online about it locking in moisture.
