"What's even stranger is that she seemed really into me the whole date, but the moment she found out I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my organs after I died, she got up and left."
“Just like that?”
"It wasn't as dramatic as the way you left, but it was still pretty comical,” he teased, sending me a pointed look. “She acted as if I had just told her I had committed murder and then left me to pay the bill. And mind you, she ordered a lot of food."
“I can’t believe she got mad at you over that.”
"It wasn't even that I said no. I just said that I hadn't done any research into it, so at this current moment in time, I probably wouldn't."
"And I can't believe my parents thought we would be a good match,” I teased.
“At this point, they’re just trying to set us up with everyone and anyone they can,” Cedric caused, pulling a face."Would you?" He suddenly asked.
“Would I what?”
“Give up your organs after you die?”
“I respect people that agree to it, but I just couldn’t agree to that while I’m still alive. It makes me feel weird.” I shuddered at the thought. “I’d much rather they just take the organs without asking my permission after I die. At least I won’t know about it then.”
"I think I fall into the same boat as you," Cedric murmured and took another swig of his beer. "Now, it's your turn, darling. Tell me about your worst date. I bet it won't beat mine."
"It's bad, but probably not as bad as your one," I started. "This is before the whole ten blind dates thing my parents tricked me into. A few months ago, after weeks and weeks of nagging from my mum, I finally agreed to go out with her friend’s son. She conveniently forgot to mention that he was deathly allergic to seafood.”
“Don’t tell me you took him to a seafood restaurant.”
I nodded.
“I asked if he liked seafood, and he said yes. He never mentioned that he was allergic.”
"Why wouldn't he tell you?"
"I have no idea.” I shrugged, still unsure months after the incident. "Anyway, he turns up to the place and still doesn't say anything. We're at this seafood restaurant, and I order a starter. He orders a salad which I find a little strange because he's a really big guy. The kind that looks like he eats five meals a day, drinks multiple protein shakes and hits the gym twice to burn it all off. He certainly didn't get in that shape by eating just salad for dinner. Well, it turned out that the salad had bits of salmon in it. I don't know if he didn't notice it or if he thought he could handle it, but not even two minutes in and his face began swelling."
Cedric’s eyes grew wide as he swore, “Fuck.”
"I know, right? I kept asking if I should call the ambulance, but he kept saying that this sort of thing happened all the time, and he’d be fine in a few minutes.”
“Surely, that’s not how allergies work.”
"It isn’t.” I shook my head. "Even though he was crying, and his face puffed up, he still wouldn’t stop eating the salad."
“That’s so stupid. What happened to him in the end?”
"One of the waiters ended up calling an ambulance even though the guy kept insisting that he was fine. Not that he could do much talking after his lips swelled up. Mum said he was in the hospital for three days. Apparently, it’s the worst allergic reaction he’s ever had.”
"I bet it was," Cedric scoffed. "I can't believe he kept eating the salad even though he knew it had triggered his allergies. But I guess he just didn't want the date to end. Or maybe that was his way of ending the date early?"
“Very funny,” I replied dryly and rolled my eyes, though struggled to keep the smirk off my face.
I had to give it to Cedric. It was a funny joke.
“Your story is bad, but I think I have you beat there.”
“I’ll let you have this one,” I chuckled.
“But seriously, where do our parents find these people?”
"Is it so bad that I want love to find me naturally instead of going out and actively looking for it myself?"