**Katy’s First Date** Katy had spent the entire morning agonizing over what to wear. It was her first real date with Kevin, the guy she’d matched with on Tinder two weeks ago. He seemed sweet, funny, and—most importantly—had a great taste in movies. They met outside the cinema, where Kevin greeted her with a warm smile and an awkward but endearing hug. The movie was decent, though Katy found herself more focused on the way Kevin laughed at the dumb jokes than the plot itself. Afterward, they grabbed sushi at a cozy little spot nearby. Katy, being a medical student, couldn’t help but analyze the nutritional value of everything they ordered. Kevin, on the other hand, was more concerned with mastering the art of using chopsticks. By the time they reached his apartment, the night had settled in. He had promised her a proper Titanic viewing experience on his massive Samsung TV, and he delivered. They curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets, watching Jack and Rose’s doomed romance unfold. Somewhere around 3 AM, Katy realized she was too comfortable to leave. They had a great sex for 40 minutes. He was a great lover. Morning arrived with the smell of eggs sizzling in the pan. Kevin, still in his wrinkled t-shirt from last night, handed her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. “So,” he said, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs toward her, “was this the worst first date ever?” Katy took a bite, grinning. “Not even close.” and gave him a morning blowjob before leaving his apartment.