18: Yvette

It's supposed to be one date.

And suddenly I'm getting ready for our uhh wait, let me count first, (yes it has been THAT many) so okay, this should be our twentieth date.

I was nervous when we got to our third date, because from the movies that I watched and the romance books that I read, the third date could mean progressing to make-out session. Or even sex.

But he was such a gentleman -yes he was even though he's still an asshole at work from Serena's complaints- he didn't do anything. Not even a kiss on our third date; the picnic.

Nowadays it’s like I already know what to do on Saturdays; to spend it with him. He would pick me up around 10 in the morning, we’d spend the day together and after dinner, he would send me back home.

We finally kissed on the seventh date, after 2 months dating. It was a brief kiss at the end of our date, but enough to make me excited to wait for the next Saturday, where we finally had our first passionate kiss. I don't know if it's good since it's my