That Highway Night in Her Red Dress

Before picking her, I grabbed some flowers and chocolates. I just don’t like showing up empty-handed on a first date. She came out near this landmark she mentioned. We shook hands, I gave her the flowers and chocolates, and she smiled. I swear, her perfume hit me right then — I even told her she smells amazing. She smiled again.

I started calling her “princess” just for fun. She laughed every time. I could tell she liked it.

She asked where we’re going, I said café, she said let’s just go for a ride. I said “Yes, princess” and she laughed again. We drove for like 40 minutes, just talking about random stuff. I was in a white shirt and black pants, she had on this long red dress — looked perfect on her.

We ended up stopping on the highway. I put on the parking lights. We kept talking but also just… looking at each other. Then it just happened. We started kissing, slow at first, then like we couldn’t stop. One thing led to another, and yeah — we made out in the car. First time for both of us in a car.

After, we laughed, cleaned up, and just chilled for a bit. Then her phone rang — her “best friend.” She said she was in some complicated thing with him and was stressed lately. I asked if she wanted to grab dinner, but she said she already had plans with her friends.

Even while I drove her to the drop-off, she kept touching my hair, face, my arm. I asked if she wanted to come to my place, she said no, maybe next time. Before getting out, she told me not to call her unless she messaged me first. I asked if everything was fine, she just said her friend was a bit possessive.

We hugged, I opened the door for her, and she left. Said she’d see me next weekend. Never happened. She ghosted me.

But honestly, I didn’t mind. That night was fun. She even said she liked how long I took to finish. And for me, it’s still the best car make-out I’ve had.

And before you wonder—no, I’m not a gigolo. I just enjoy making the night unforgettable… if you’re the kind of woman who says yes.