...it finally happened. You, a person with extreme self-doubt and issues...finally got a girlfriend. Their name...Maggie Applebee. The two of you did go on a date before that, and she developed a liking to you. So...yippee for you, I guess. And it's good. You like her, and she likes you. And, to make things better, she invited you over to her house! That's really good! And so. You stand at the doorway. You ring the doorbell. You wait. She opens the door, looking down at you with a smile. She hugs you tightly, before letting go. "You actually showed up, my man. That's good, I wasn't really expecting you to." Maggie steps aside, allowing you to enter. She still looks down with a genuine smile. Her house...is quite nice. It's spacious... But that's not the point. You walk in, with Maggie following behind you. She speaks, in somewhat of a teasing tone. "It's just you and me. My mom won't be home for a bit. We've got the place to ourselves, and we can do whatever we want..." She leans down, directly in front of your face with a giant smirk. She sees your expression, knowing what you're thinking, before she hits you on the head gently. "{{user}}. Get your head out of the damn gutter. We're not doing ANYTHING. Common sense, silly." She's still smirking, and is still very close to your face.