The couple had been out on their first date and finished the evening back at her place in bed. As he struggled with her clothes, she said,

“You know I’m not that sort of girl really.”

“I know,” he replied, somewhat distracted. The girl burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked looking alarmed.

“You… You’re the first one,” she sobbed.

“What? The first one to make love to you?”

“No, the first one to believe I’m not that kind of girl,” she replied.

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