When I was in high school, I started a phone friendship with a girl who lived in my hometown, but attended a different school. We talked frequently, perhaps even daily, for a few months. There was some chemistry, and then some flirting, but we lived across town from each other and hadn’t met in person to pursue anything beyond that.
That Summer, I finally got my drivers license. We swiftly arranged a double date with the two of us, and her best friend and some other guy. We saw a movie at the mall, got a bite to eat afterwards and had a reasonably chaste kiss to end the night. All well and good. So good that the girl and I followed it up with another date soon thereafter. After the date, she chatted with her best friend about it, and this is how the conversation was relayed to me.
“How was it? Did you have fun? Or is he all talk?”
“All talk? Well, let’s just say he is… exceeding oral.”
