My Almost Perfect First Date

I wouldn’t be me if I passed up the chance to share tidbits of my relationship with this geeky DnD master, who I fell in love with and became BFFs with a decade ago. With every story, perhaps you will get to know me more and understand why, of all the crazy intimidating hot guys in the world, this evil witch fell for the tamest, most adorable nerd she has ever met.

This post is also my entry to Dad?s House First-Date Contest, which ends tonight! Thanks to Honey and Lance for posting about it.

I bring you: The Woobies and the 20-sided Die

Circa 1997.

After the BF and I found our common love for role playing and DnD, we had our first date in Greenhills, a mall in Metropolitan Manila, Philippines, that we go to for 2 things: trendy clothes and gadgets. There’s a whole section there for RPG stuff and Magic the Gathering cards, and that was our first stop. I had with me a tote bag big enough to accommodate everything from clothes to CDs and collectibles. I decided on a big bag with lots of tiny pockets because my getup didn’t allow me to keep even the smallest items: a bust fitting empire-cut baby doll blouse and stretch, pocketless Capri pants.

Now, I know I said that a girl should cover up when on a first date, so as to keep the guy’s focus on her face rather than her other assets, but I had to consider that my guy goes in a trance over the newest gaming gadgets and Magic card spreads. With the mall crawling with those distractions, I had no choice but to compete for attention.

We went window shopping for 8- and 20-sided dice. I helped him choose among dozens of multicolored dice. After our purchase, we walked leisurely towards the restaurant section. He offered to carry my bag. It’s endearing when a guy emasculates himself by carrying a girly bag just so his date is comfortable. We were holding hands, and with my free hand, I self-consciously fixed my hair. To my horror, I found that I was still holding one of the 20-sided dice that we browsed earlier.

Then it came back to me. This particular red die was supposed to be a part of the stuff that we bought, but I didn’t want him to pay for it so I kept it with me til he’s done paying and then I can pay for it myself. Only, I forgot to.

Unobtrusively, I fiddled with my necklace and quickly slipped the die down the front of my blouse.

The restaurant meal we had was delicious, and pretty soon, I forgot all about the die resting between the woobies, as I told one story after another in my usual animated way… with hands and arms moving about to illustrate my point, much giggling and eyelash batting. He was smiling at me the whole time.

As we waited for a cab in front of the restaurant, he gently turned me towards him. A kiss! I thought excitedly as I saw his face move towards mine, and I closed my eyes in anticipation. But instead of a kiss, he whispered, “Can you tell me why there’ s a die stuck in your cleavage?”

“I didn’t steal it, I swear!”, I said as I burst into tears. He hugged me closer and sat me on a nearby bench. I was sobbing with embarrassment, and I explained what happened. He believed my story and told me that he will never mention it again.

Yeah right. He still mentions it when he can nowadays, a decade after that incident happened. He always taunts me and says we can no longer return to the same shop in Greenhills as the owners might just call the police when they see me. I laugh with him, but there’s a part of me that still won’t go back to the same DnD store.

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