The Date: Connor Franta

O6: Lady Like

Going on a date with your date + sitting in a car with them + traffic = fail. The fact that I have road rage? Even worse. Thank the lord I'm not on my period or else I wouldn't give a shit about him even being in my car and I'd scream at the top of my lungs.

"Well this sucks, you didn't make any reservations did you?" Connor asked.

"No." I sighed. "But I am getting hungry." Did I just say that. I have to be a lady. Be. A. Lady.

"I am too." He giggled.

Moving barely an inch after around 30 minutes. I literally want to just drive fast and make every car bump into each other. And then assholes cut me and decide to be on the same lane because my lane was moving faster. Then the asshole moves back to the lane he was in before. Then the car in front of me was on his stupid phone and didn't want to move forward for a whole 5 minutes. I wanted to honk the shit out of my car at the moment but Connor was in it and I don't want to make him think I was crazy.

"You okay there?" Connor stared at my hands, noticing that I was tightening my grip on the steering wheel. I loosened my grip and calmed myself.

"Yeah, I'm- I'm good. It's just that I'm impatient." I said, giggling at the end.

"You sure? You're gripping the shit out of the steering wheel making your hands look real white."

"I always grip the steering wheel tightly."

"Sure you are. You're really bad at lying by the way." Is it that bad?

"Well what do you think I'm feeling at the moment?" That came out ruder than I thought... "If I'm not 'lying'." I put my 2 fingers up and wiggling it down quoting the word 'lying', hoping that it wouldn't be that rude.

"I think you have road rage."

"What? No I don't." Play it cool Anna, don't be a bitch. Just look confused and it'll work.

"The look on your face says it all."

"This confused look says that I have road rage?" I asked.

"Yes, yes it does." He said. I stepped on the pedal and the car in front of me immediately stopped and I stepped on the break hard.

"Fu... Forreal?" I'm so bad at trying to hide this, might as well just burst out in screaming. Before he could even respond someone calls him. Thank the lord. 

It took at least an hour to get to the restaurant, thanks to stupid LA traffic. My stomach sounded like a dying whale and I knew Connor heard it. I was never made for relationships or dating at all. I'm not lady-like, I'm not a woman, I act like a 10 year old when I'm on a date and it's not right.

"Anna, you okay?" Connor asked. I realized I was doing nothing but straight at the menu. What has gotten to me?

"Oh yeah sorry, I was just wondering if I locked my car." My legs were shaking and my heart was beating loud enough for everyone to hear.

I didn't pay attention to what Connor said half of the time. My mind was just telling me to act casual, normal, while something else told me to be myself. Like I had an angel on one shoulder and an asshole on the other.

The waiter came back with our drinks, as we both talked. While he did, I was trying to wonder why in the world I was nervous. Why was I nervous? I guess it was because I was just filled with anger on the first date, and I didn't know what to expect. I've messed up twice with road rage, then my stomach being loud as fuck, what's next?

I grabbed my drink and my hands were shaking. Not enought for him to see, but it was definitely shaking. After drinking, I set the water on the table then it spills.

In the direction of Connor's.

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Classes are starting again and that means I won't update frequently, and that means short chapters because I'm such a butthole. I promise I won't use this excuse anymore and that I will update very very very very very very soon! x