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    The Art Of Online Dating

    “You know, I would love to spend more time with you, I mean, maybe we could study together. Because, of course, we do have English together. Would you mind if I gave you my address, for some study sessions, of course. I have a roommate, so it wouldn't be awkward to where we'd be all alone or anything.” He said this, almost stuttering. It was so adorable to see him searching for words. “That's great. Actually, I'd love to have you over at my house for studying, too. I have Alice and Emmett there to watch over me, not that I'll need it for you, but you know what I mean.” I said, smiling, as I searched my purse for a pen and a pad of paper. I found them near the bottom and set them on the table. I ripped a piece of paper out and ripped it in two. I handed one piece to him and handed him the pen. I looked for another pen and wrote my address on my paper.

    We exchanged the pieces of paper and I put his address safely in a pocket of my purse. Just then our food showed up. We ate in silence, smiling at each other between bites. All of a sudden, one of the pieces of linguine he had sucked up, splashed sauce all over his chin and cheek. I nearly choked on a ravioli from laughter. I wiped away a tear from my eye and got my air back after laughing so much. We finished our dinners and had just enough room for dessert. He ordered us some tiramisu. Again, he adjusted his seat and brushed his leg against mine. I had to grip the seat, so as to not launch myself at the gorgeous man beside me.

    Our dessert showed up and before I could even get a fork into it, he grabbed a bite and held it up to my mouth. I took it into my mouth slowly and slid it off even slower, so as to not spill any of it on my new dress. I felt him shudder beside me. I did the same for him and he did exactly what I did. I just sat there with my mouth slightly open, wishing I could be the fork instead. I shivered a little. He seemed to notice and a small smile seemed to appear, and it disappeared just as soon.

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