From one of my FRs:
"Me and beautiful German chick are standing there, looking at a gorgeous French monument from my balcony, lit by the setting sun. She's wearing shorts and a black top that reveals some very nice curves. Her blonde hair is waving in the wind. Up to that moment, it had been the pimpest afternoon of my entire life. I have never done a date that was so much fun, ending in my apartment with a hot chick. But I was about to go out with a fvcking whimper.
One week after date 1, I call German chick. We set up a date to go night biking in Paris, yes the city of love. First of all, there's nowhere to store the bikes for the night except at my place. She's the one who suggests that we're going to have to leave her bike there for the night (since we had to return it the next morning). Unfortunately, I made no cracks on her forwardness, maybe I should have. We leave. On a bike in Paris is indescribable. I cannot describe to you the joy of seeing paris with the wind running through our hair, dodging insane traffic, and looking across the seine at the Eiffel tower. My plan is to isolate, so we go into a nearby forest and bike around there for a while. This is the first easy opportunity I miss. I make no move.
So then, she's getting "tired" so we leave to go to lock up our bikes in my apartment. At this point, I was going to invite her up but she miraculously has to pee. On the way back she asks where we're going every 5 seconds, and is seriously pissing me off. At this point I finally bust on her and tell her my bathrooms aren't free. I guess that wasn't very gentlemanly. I thought it was funny though. I rather enjoyed closing the door in her face.
So we're sitting there awkwardly on my balcony. Then we head into my room and she's sitting on my chair. At this moment, I hate myself. I knew at that very moment that I was going to chicken out, again, and that all this effort to pick up this chick would leave me with a great date but nothing to show for it. She seems to sense that I'm not prepared to make a move on her. She seems confused and slightly angry. She makes plans with a friend and leaves. I want desperately to stop her.
She invites me to go out with her friend. I say no, then out of frustration, I say yes. I go with her halfway, then I turn around and leave. She left town the next day and I'll never see her again.
As I was walking away, I wanted to cry. Some part of me was so angry that I hadn't acted. What am I doing?"
), and her Dad, being the wicked man he is, shoved a 6 pack of coronas and a bottle of bubbly in my hands as I was heading to the boat.