Nervous at sticking his neck out, Hank gives her the ring without really asking for her hand. Jenny accepts without saying yes. They lay preliminary plans.
It’s over. He did it. Mission accomplished, and his satisfaction explodes with self-heroics. Joy satisfies him, but the pleasure of relief floods him. Then to himself, “Whew! Glad that’s over!” He takes her home and for now lets her prepare for next date.
Pensive, driving home with figurative pats on the back, the steering wheel interrupts his thoughts with, “You’re one lucky sucker, ain’t you?” He smiles and escapes into his memories. His marital decision process began with first sight of her fifteen months earlier. With subconscious mind handling the driving, his conscious mind wanders through memories as if happening again.
Spotless, neat, and feminine, she spotlights herself with short hair quaffed as if she spent the night curling and positioning each hair in its proper place. Nothing radical or even unusual except high-quality feminine, the kind that makes every man stop, look, and appreciate the view. How lucky is he to meet up with someone so appealing to his taste?
On that promising day, Jenny seems dressed especially just for Hank. She wears a knee-length, brightly colored, flared skirt. Also, adorned with high heels, she makes her upper body standout uniquely in a white short-sleeve blouse with a highly starched bib-like front tucked in the skirt. Makeup accents her natural appearance, and exposed skin glistens. Jewelry at ears, throat, and wrist are so simple as to look expensive. Out of style but highly appealing, the top of her skirt pinches in behind a tight belt with highlighting buckle, and attention-holding red lipstick highlights her feminine appeal. The manner in which she carries herself speaks of confidence, vanity, and ‘look at me’. He does just as she expects; he even stares.
Hank’s imagination flares and curiosity stirs his mind. He sees three roles for her to enter his life. As an admirable beauty and dating partner, perhaps a mate-target, and at least someone to pursue for sex. Finally, he thinks about sex and wonders why it comes to mind last. Then he realizes. She is too much of everything else that satisfies his eyes; he needs to spend time with her and sex can wait. And, anyway, she appears so determined and sure of herself, to push for sex might just push her out the door. Not acceptable, at least not now.
He initiates a chat-fest. Jenny seems unimpressed, but he feels so comfortable talking. Although she responds little, what encouragement he receives comes mostly from his imagination; it’s where a woman’s attractiveness is converted to appeal. His pleasure but not comfort expands in her presence. He fumbles and mumbles his way into their first date, and his life and intentions take on forms previously missing.
On first date, Hank bewilders himself by admiring her appearance, confirming his luck, and appreciating her feminine character. Which to admire first? Most? He can’t decide; she remains glorious when he closes his eyes to see her reflection in his mind.
He knows right away that only enthusiastic pursuit will satisfy his unimpressive life. He doesn’t have to have her, to own her for his own, but he is certain he would fire all his guns to spend much magnificent time with her.
Not the least bit smooth at asking for first date, Jenny recognizes sincerity behind his nervousness, smiles to herself, and agrees after teasing him a little. But first date is not that pretty. His hunter-conquering nature pushes him too fast. He seeks too quickly to convert formal into casual, small talk into the suggestive. He pumps her for information about herself. He keeps thinking about bedding her without earning her, and so his attitude is out of kilter. He does not do well, but good enough that she agrees to second date.
As first date ends, discomfort follows them to her place….