Chapter 1 - Blind Date

I tap my heel against the floor while I stare at the closed menu in front of me. I've been here before, I know what I'm ordering for us.
"Uh huh, wow! You've quite a busy job don't you? Are you going to have much time to spend with me?" I don't really care to hear your work stories, someday they'll be a thing of the past. Leaving the house, getting out of bed, you'll forget all about it so I'll listen to you drone on about work for now.

Our waiter returns and I eagerly tell him, "Mozzarella sticks, a charcuterie board, crab cakes, and fries to start. Anything to add?"
Your puzzled expression is amusing, wondering where I put all of this? How my small frame is going to handle the food? Simple! It's not. You are, you just don't realize it yet. Your naïveté is so cute!

I finish drinking a glass of water as our food starts arriving, using the water to fill up some of my own stomach space so I can get full faster and leave even more food for you. "Is it too late to add a shake? Not too late? Perfect, chocolate with brownie bits mixed in, please. Thank you. Oh, and two straws!" You don't protest at all when I order for the both of us, that makes this easier.

"Could I feed you a bite? This crab cake is divine!!" After your nod of approval I cut the crabcake into four large pieces, the little nibble I've tried didn't take much away from the big pieces I start feeding you. "Tell me what you think, fantastic, right? Here, have the other one. Me? I got to try it, I want room to try the other things we've ordered. Isn't sharing great? Now open up for me."

Do you realize my intentions? If you do, I don't sense any resistance. Feeding you bites of crab cakes turns into cubes of cheese, it's like feeding a dog a treat! At this rate you'll be full before our entrées arrive. I assist with eating a few fries in between feeding you, really I don't want you to get suspicious of me. This is supposed to be a date after all, not just a fun sneaky feeding session. I look at your cheekbones, you've a very handsome face. Your sharp edges will come to be soft, fuller, if you keep agreeing to these dates with me.

The chocolate shake arrives and I put on a big performance about how it's the best creamy chocolate shake I've ever tasted. Are you convinced? Do you want the whole thing now? I move the glass closer to you, I have no desire for another sip of that calorie bomb. I know that if I leave it in front of you, you'll gradually slurp away at it. Do you realize how much food I've encouraged you to eat? The table next to us is staring, maybe they've caught onto my little game. Oh well, let them watch. It changes nothing.

"You're running out of room? Nonsense! Don't think, just eat. Plus, I want dessert. You won't make me finish that all by myself, would you? I just won't order that cake if you're not having any. A real shame, I heard this place has the best frosting in town." Can I guilt you into more? What if I pout? Bat my eyelashes? How easily do you cave in for more sweets? Don't think, just eat. Open your mouth, let me shovel it in. Just one more bite for me, won't you?