Maybe I’ll call Deb and ask her to come for the weekend.
I open my computer and type into Google.
Best first date locations
I read through the options and roll my eyes. “Fuck off, that’s cringey.” I twist my lips as I think some more.
Most romantic restaurants in New York
No. No. No… “Who writes this bullshit?”
Hmm…where is going to put us in the mood? I think about getting Gracie naked and my cock begins to pump between my legs.
I need to fuck.
Hard.
This date has to be a deal-breaker.
I type into Google.
Love songs
My door opens and Alessio sticks his head around it. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“You going home today or what?” he asks.
I glance up to see it’s getting dark outside, the New York lights have begun to light up the sky. “Come in here for a moment,” I say. “Close the door behind you.”
“Yeah.” He flops onto the couch. “What?”
“Where can I take Gracie for our first date?”
“Huh?” He frowns. “I thought she was already here.”
“She is.”
“Isn’t she already in love with you?”
“Yeah, but…” I exhale. “Focus on the question…what is the best date I can take her on…like of all time.” I lean back on my chair. “Like blow-her-mind kind of dating.”
He thinks for a moment. “Blow her mind…or your mind?”
“Huh?”
“Well, if it’s blow her mind, take her to a sex club and let five hung dudes rail her.”
I screw up my face. “What?”
“I guarantee she’ll never forget it.” He smirks.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why are you such an idiot?”
“If a woman took me on a first date and lined up five hot women for me to nail…I’d marry her on the spot.” He shrugs. “Just saying.”
“Out.” I point to the door. “Imbecile.”