" Are you going to?"I might be a little slow sometimes, but I'm not totally dense so I looked at her, smiled and asked:"Would you like to be the first..."I took Amy out the next night and found out something that I had never known about her. I'd known Amy since the eighth grade and I had never known that she was a nasty little slut and I mean that in a good way. Our first date was to go to Marsha Moose's birthday party. I picked Amy up and we hadn't gone two blocks before she slid over next to me. “What I meant to say, what I should have said, was ‘April, I like you, and as more than just friends. Will you go out on a date with me to homecoming?’” There I said it. Now she knew how I felt about her. It was actually a bit of a relief to get it out.Well, it was a relief until I heard her response. “No.”I have to admit I was about ready to turn in my man-card right then and there and start crying, but then she continued.“No, you can take me out on a date this week and we’ll see how things go. ”“Well, I can tell you one thing,” I say with a pursing of my lips and a raise of my brow, “one of those names will never be ‘Tom.’”“I’m not a big fan of herpes anyway.”“You must not be a fan of pussy at all,” I shoot back, “or you would’ve gotten some by now. Are you sure you’re not a closet homo? It’s 2017, Tom; you can come out.”“ENOUGH!” Laurie yells, her face red with anger, “I fucking tried, OK? I tried with both of you, and all I get is this bullshit. Tom, you’re never getting laid if. After a short discussion with the warehouse manager he says one vacancy is left. Cherie can have that."Start tomorrow 8am sharp. Job is filling orders in the warehouse"The next morning I pull in to the carpark I see Cherie and her mother dressed in skirts blouses and heels standing by the reception doorway. It's just after 7am I like to start early. After parking the car, I greet them and unlock the door, turn off the alarm, I tell Cherie and her mom to take the stairs up to my office. The.