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Dinner with boss turns into something more with Boss wife.

I played football, partially because the girls liked the football players, but I wasn't a fast or quick runner, and got stuck in the unglamorous position of guard. I was short and strong, which really helped, because I was able to get underneath position on taller guys, which gave me good leverage, and it got me started working out, and by my senior year I was pretty good, but because of my height, I didn't receive any football scholarship offers. Being good and a starter helped some with the girls, but all of the girls I asked out were the really short ones, and I struck out with a couple of them as well. Why is it that five foot girls all want six foot guys?

I had a couple of dates with Sharon, but they never went anywhere; she just wasn't going to get serious. I had better luck with Pam, which led to some hot make-out sessions, and we lost our virginity together after the senior prom. We screwed like rabbits for a couple of months after that, but I didn't think it was really going to last, and I wound up getting dumped in last July. Here at York, I had real problems getting up the nerve to ask out girls: the ones I thought were cute always seemed like they were out of my league, and the ones who didn't seem out of my league didn't really interest me that much. I did ask out one kind of cute girl, but it never really went anywhere: neither one of us had a car, so we were stuck with 'on campus' dating, which isn't very exciting. I did discover one really good diner down on Market Street with her, and that's where I figured I'd take Dana.

It was 10:45, so I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle some mouthwash before I headed over to Dana's suite. I picked out a tank which showed off my pecs and my arms, thinking that I'd need some advantage asking out an Amazon goddess like Dana. I checked the time on my cell phone, and knocked on her suite at 11:00 on the nose.

"It's open," came the voice of one of the girls in the suite, so I went in. It wasn't Dana who had answered, but she was in the common room, in front of the television.

"Hey, Dana, would you like to go out for lunch?" I managed to get it out without stumbling over the words or stammering. I was going to be strong and forceful. Too bad there were four other girls listening to this. [Gulp!]

"Sure, I'd love to. Where to?" Oh my God, she said yes! I was in Heaven!

"There's a little diner down Market Street, a pretty good one, if that's OK. It's in walking distance."

"OK, let me grab my shoes and purse." She got up and went to her room for a second, and I quickly patted my back pocket, to make sure that I hadn't forgotten my wallet! The other four girls were grinning at me, giving me a thumbs up, and Megan added, "Way to go, stud."

Dana came out with an insulated vest on, but I wasn't cold at all, despite it being only about 55__ F outside, so I just stuck with my muscle shirt. We walked down Market Street to this wonderful diner, and chatted about nothing. We talked a little bit about each other, what we did and what we had planned. I was really impressed by her service in Afghanistan, but was worried that she was even more out of my league than I had thought. She was just so darned impressive, had done so much, and was just so drop dead gorgeous that I was just plain a bit intimidated. Still, she seemed very down to earth, and was a lot more approachable in person than anyone would ever guess by looking at her. Then, she up and surprised me: I was trying to figure out a way to spend more time with her than just a lunch date when she suggested that we hit the gym together this evening. Hey, I was all for that! It didn't hurt my feelings at all that I'd get a chance to impress her with what I could lift.

We dragged out lunch as long as we could get away with it -- hey, a diner does have to keep customers moving through -- and I took the tab before Dana could even think about splitting it.

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