Day Two of 30

     Phillip thought the date with Pam was a bust.  Nothing had gone right.  He was late picking her up, he got the movie time wrong and had to see a different one and on top of all that, his belt buckle broke in the middle of the date.  How embarrassing.  She seemed to be having a semi-fun time but he really couldn't tell.  The only saving grace was that Pam was extremely nice to look at and had personality to boot.  

     After the movie they agreed to have a late night cocktail at the local neighborhood bar.  They both took a booth in the back.  

     "I'm sorry about our date tonight," Phillip apologized.  "This has been a comedy of errors and you have been such a good sport about it."

     "Well, I did realize your intentions were in the right place from the start. You even brought me flowers. That counts for something."

     Phillip did feel better after that and started to relax.  They sipped on their beers and decided to play a game of darts in the back of the bar.  On the way there, he was able to really get a good look at Pam.  He didn't notice the skinny jeans until now.  He was so preoccupied with how bad the date was going.  She wore those jeans and top like a onion wears it's skin.  

     "I'm not too good at this," Pam admitted as she grabbed the group of darts.  

     "Neither am I.  But what can go wrong playing darts?  Oh yeah, I don't want to speak too soon."

     They laughed.  Pam threw first and hit the wall off the target with the first one and a bullseye on the second one. She let out a small scream then ran over to Phillip and give him a victory hug.  All he could tell was the pair of breast that hit him through his shirt at his belly button.  Putting his arms around her to reciprocate, he quickly got a sniff of her perfume.  'Very nice', he thought. He was trying his best not to let his manhood suck the blood from his brain.  It would have been too obvious without a belt anyway.

     It was now his turn.  He had not told the complete truth when he said he wasn't that good at darts.  He 'forgot' to inform her about the darts league he played in every Tuesday night downtown.  But, he was no dummy.  'Let the girl win,' he surmised.  I didn't take too long to think that one up.  He wildly threw each dart hitting the outside edge of the target both times.  

     Finishing darts, they headed back to the table.  Phillip was more relaxed with downing 3 beers.  Pam was sucking down her suds like a champ. As the conversations got looser, the subject matter got more personal...........