Did You Lose Something Intimate?

Towards the end of my first year in college, I had a date lined up with this really hot guy. I am still not sure how I managed to get him to ask me out, but I was just so happy to be going out with this guy that I was so totally into. He was one of those few guys that just seemed to have it all together. He was handsome, smart, great in sports and a really nice guy to everyone he met. Most of the popular girls had dated him, and that put a lot of pressure on me because I just felt that just by being with him I was competing in that class.  Of course I also felt that if I handled myself well, then dating him would actually give me some more status around campus.

With that in mind, I made sure that I had all my ducks in a row.  I weaseled some money out of my dad and bought a new outfit. Nothing sleazy, but I made sure that it accentuated what few assets that I had to offer. It was simple, a plain patterned skirt and a nice blouse. Nothing fancy, because we were just going to the movies. It would not do to overdress. The night of our date I showered, put on my best lingerie (in case we got in an accident and ended up in the hospital – LOL) and put a lot of extra effort into my hair, cosmetics, and nails.

My expectations were out of this world. You have no idea to what level I had built up that one date. I was shaking. I was so incredibly nervous that I almost wet my panties.

When he showed up to get me I was so excited, he was right on time and the date started off  as wonderful as I hoped it would. The movie was great, the dinner was very good as well. We decided to go dancing. Then disaster struck. As we started to shake our booties on the dance floor, to my horror, the elastic waistband of my underwear broke. The faster I danced the faster they slid down. Eventually they fell to my ankles. It was a good thing the dance floor was packed with people shaking and hopping and no one noticed. I did the only thing I could  think of doing in that situation, I just kicked them away and kept right on dancing. It was kind of embarrassing for me to watch my undies get kicked around the dance floor for the rest of the evening.

Other than that one problem, our mutual time dancing was so wonderfully intimate. He held me gently, and we were just meshed like two synchronized gears. We talked about crazy stunts we had pulled as kids and more serious topics between songs and sets. He was as quirky to me as I seemed to be to him.

When it came time to leave, disaster seemed to follow. We pulled up in front of my apartment and he leaned over to kiss me goodnight, it was a great kiss but not one that told me he expected something more. It was very sweet and sensual it was the kind of kiss that lingered. All of a sudden he screeched “OW!” That’s not really what I wanted to hear while we were sharing our first kiss. He then pulled away and I could see a little blood tricking down his neck, as I was about to hyperventilate I realized what had happened. It seems the wire from my bra had broken free protruding through my blouse and when he leaned towards me to kiss me it stabbed him in the neck, at that point if I could have crawled into the glove compartment I would have. But as not to show my embarrassment I took a Kleenex out of my pocket and began to clean the wound, saying “I'm so sorry, how embarrassing please forgive me”. However he was just so understanding about the whole thing, and we even dated for a while, but I always felt that with every kiss after that he was wondering if he would be attacked again by my attack bra.




So if you are in college like I was but are having problems finding someone to date, then you should try this link:
Dating in College