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"First Date"

5 May 2003

Until a little over week ago, I hadn't had a "date" date since my surgery last autumn. It's nice to get out again, but I had forgotten how stressful it can be, especially with my HH at maximum.

For our first date, Kevin asked me out for dinner and a movie, but we ended up chatting so much we never made it to the theater. Even though it was another mega-sweat event for me, I had a great time. Kevin's the most interesting and attractive man I've met in a long time.

I wore an animal print blouse and a tan mini. The print is too flamboyant for the office, but perfect for a date because it hides the underarm wetness stains. I knew I was going to sweat a lot, and briefly flirted with the idea of dress shields and antiperspirant, but even those were not going to stem the tide from my armpits. Instead I decided I'd shape a sweater over my shoulders that would help screen my underarms from view.

I waited until the last minute to put on the blouse, dabbing my drippy underarms with paper towels. When I saw his car pull up, I quickly slipped on the blouse. Even so by the time I greeted him at the door, I had already dampened the fabric. As we left I grabbed the sweater and draped it over my shoulders.

After we had a drink at the restaurant, my stress level dropped some, and my pits felt less drippy. Everything is relative, however, because while the wetness was expanding at a slower rate, the blouse was already soaked down to my elbows. As we sat down for dinner, Kevin asked me if I wanted to remove the sweater. "Isn't it warm in here?" he asked, "I'm sweating and I'm not even wearing multiple layers."

I looked and he had small perspiration stains on his shirt! Let me emphasize small. I sweat that much getting out of bed. Seeing that gave me the courage to shrug off my sweater. At first I wondered if it was obvious just how much I was sweating, then I saw Kevin start to give me "triangle looks". That's a look in the eyes, then down to one pit, over to the other, then back to my eyes.

After we placed our meal orders, I excused myself to go to the ladies room. It was about as I expected. The wet stains were now approaching my waist and were visible front and back even with my arms down. The print did hide the darkening effect somewhat, but sitting across the table was probably close enough that Kevin could see it. Oh well, this is who I am, and he was just going to have to accept me as is.

Dammit, I was having a good time and I wasn't going to let my HH change that. We ate and talked and talked and talked. I didn't realize that over 3 hours had passed! It was too late for a movie so Kevin drove me back to my place. I again draped the sweater over my shoulders to try to hide that my blouse was now wet all the way to my waist.

Then came that always awkward moment, the goodbye at the end of the first date. As we stood at the door to my place, Kevin reached for me. I cringed as he placed his hands on my hips, expecting him to recoil in disgust upon touching my wet blouse. But he didn't! Instead we kissed, a wonderfully soft, slow, sensual kiss that left my legs feeling weak. Wow!

His hands were still on my hips when he said he hoped we could go out again. Well, we had our second date this past weekend. I'll write about that next chance I get.

For prior stories, see the archives.