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Diana was a slut, and she wasn't afraid to admit that fact. The term slut was coined for her after she started going under numerous amounts of boys. The reason behind her change of personality was simple; she was publicly rejected...
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There was something about Diana's next date which felt odd. It was someone that Jack knew, and his name was Ollie. Ollie had been just as Jack had described, but he was much more animated than she initially expected. He spoke a lot, and although Diana enjoyed her time and wouldn't say no to a second date, the whole thing felt a little weird to her. This had been the first date in god knows how long that she went in with an open mind that she didn't want to have sex with him or the first date or crawl through the bathroom window if it was going badly. She sat across him and let him talk, nodding her head where appropriable and doing her best to enjoy herself.
Dates were different for everyone. Those who believed something had gone well could see things through clouded eyes. So when Diana left the restaurant, it was simply lovely. That is how she would sum up the date; it was beautiful. The conversation had been pleasant enough, but the spark that Diana had been expecting from someone so passionate about his work would be that passion when it came to new relationships.
Diana had a motto a date ended one of two ways, either below the sheets with them or climbing out the bathroom window. This was the first date that did check either of those two boxes in a long time. It wasn't dull, so she didn't make up an excuse never to talk to him again, but he wasn't charming enough for her to want to take him to bed, he was just average, and she just couldn't be arsed with him. She couldn't go through the effort of persuading him that having sex with her would change his life because he wasn't that good-looking and irritated her a little bit. When the date came to an end, they gave a somewhat awkward hug and just parted ways.
Diana decided to walk home; although an Uber or taxi would get her there in a couple of minutes, she couldn't help but want to let the cool air run across her body. The air was a little colder than a typical summer day in New York, but with a light jacket, it was enough to stop feeling so hard by it.
She walked along the slightly chipped away sidewalks as her heels made a clip-clop sound. The road was lined with many cars and drunk people going in and out of the bars. Diana quickly ran across the street, weaving in and out of the vehicles. She picks up her pace, her eyes going over the lights of the city that never sleeps, and after a good twenty minutes pass, she finds herself on her home street.
