This week marks the anniversary of the first “vanilla date” Sade and I went on.
I had been serving her both sexually and non for a few weeks at that point. Doing chores and enthusiastically going down on her several times a day when she told me we were going to go on a vanilla date.
There would be no D/s, no kink, just a girl and a boy going out on a first date.
She said she wanted to know me as a person and not just as a sex toy. She wanted to know if there was something more between us than just kink and sex.
I was thrilled by the idea. Not specifically the part about wanting to see the vanilla me but just the fact that she was thinking of something more. By that time I had resigned myself to the idea that I wasn’t going to find anyone for anything more than causal play.
Dinner and a movie, that’s what she wanted.
I had to remind myself not to say “Yes Ma’am” and internally debated what would cross the line from being gentlemanly to obviously in the servant mode. I wanted to show her I could do it, that I could do more than just her bidding, that I could relate to her, engage with her and connect with her conversationally. Basically I had to somehow find a way to charm her.
Sure..no pressure.
When I look back now I wonder what the hell I was thinking. I had picked a nice french bistro. A perfect choice if I do say so myself but for the movie we ended up going to Inglorious Bastards. Inglorious bastards? What a terrible pick. It not romantic, not a classic comedy and it’s a World War II movie.
Rule one of first-date movies..ok rule one of anything for a first date, is to avoid things that may make your date think of Hitler.
In between dinner and the movie I took her geocaching. Yeah geocaching. The only thing nerdier I could have done would be to take her to a javascript lecture.
But she liked the geocaching. She liked the movie too or at least she liked going to the movie with me.
Afterwards we walked along the river. I kept wondering if I was doing well or not, if I had passed the test. If she was going to elevate me to more than a casual thing. I remember near the end asking if I was doing well. She replied in a way that kept me guessing, she always loves to keep me guessing.
I still get butterflies when I think of that first date.
I still get butterflies when I come home from work and she’s there smiling at me when I open the door.
