Page 69 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
“How much older?”
“I’ll be thirty-six in December.”
I nodded, slowly absorbing the information as I swallowed a bite of salad. That age was about what I’d expected. In some ways, Devin looked very young, being clean-shaven with a full head of shaggy black hair. He had a youthful face, but his eyes had always had a melancholy aura around them. I wondered if having a difficult life in his twenties had aged him.
“That’s not an issue, is it?” He suddenly looked concerned. “I mean…we’re both adults.”
I smiled. “No, it’s not. I always knew you were older. As long as you don’t mind that I’myounger.”
Devin scoffed. “Please, you’re a hell of a lot more mature than I was at your age.”
We finished up our meals, engaging in more small talk and silly comments until the waitress came by with our bill.
Devin snatched it before I even had a chance to glance at the total.
“Thank you,” I said warmly, blushing as he pulled out a black wallet with silver studs.
“No worries.”
He slid his arm across the table, offering an outstretched hand. I took it, lacing his fingers through mine, and my blushing cheeks turned a vibrant shade of crimson.
I still couldn’t believe Devin and I were on a date.
But it had been a nice one. Maybe even the nicest one I’d ever been on.
It got even nicer once we made it back to Critical Games. Before I could even begin to say goodbye, he swept me into his arms. I kissed him eagerly as I leaned against the passenger side of his car, my whole body sinking into the door. I never wanted it to end. I even considered making a joke about slipping away to the storage room for some privacy.
As he pulled away, he cupped my face in both hands. We were both grinning like idiots as he pressed his forehead against mine.
“Goodnight Avie.”
“Goodnight Dev.”
“Text me when you get home, okay?”
“Of course.”
He gave me one more quick kiss before climbing into the driver’s seat and turning on the car. I watched from the dark parking lot as he drove away, blending into the sea of headlights on the main road.
We’d had a wonderful first date.
I drove home in silence, keeping my music off, and returned to my bedroom where I would sleep alone tonight. I knew that the more time I spent with him, the more I’d ache for intimacy. Frustration curdled my insides as I pondered what cruelty it was to have a sex drive yet be unable to perform the act.
I needed him. But I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know when I’d be ready.
And that was the part that scared me.
My phone buzzed shortly after I crawled into bed, and in my stupid lovesick haze, I’d forgotten to let him know I arrived home.
Make it home okay?
Yes, I did, sorry!
I had a wonderful time. Did you?
Of course. Thank you for everything.
I know we’ve only been on one date, but just to confirm…you are my girlfriend, right?
