Daddy’s Slut

“I can order something else if you like,” I say. God, I hate how unsure I sound. I just really want this to work.

“No, no, it’s okay, Daddy!” she says. “I mean it’s great!” She takes another bite and manages to barely avoid gagging. “I love it!”

“It’s fine, little girl,” I say. “Let me order you—”

“No!” she interrupts and her voice is near panic. “Please, it’s really good.”

I let the subject drop but that damage is done. The rest of dinner is awkward and tense and though she seems to enjoy herself after when we play games at the arcade, I can tell she’s relieved when I finally take her home.

She talks constantly on the drive back to her place and I can tell she’s trying to make me feel better about botching the date. I do what I hope is a passable job of seeming lighthearted and cheerful but inside I’m devastated.

I really like Tami. I know I’ve jumped the gun on a lot of things tonight but I didn’t jump the gun on my feelings. I really do like her. I really wanted this date to work o