Page 7 of Accidental Blind Date
I need to get my shit together.
I look good.
I’m wearing a yellow dress, my favorite dress actually, and black and white polka-dotted heels.
I may not be a Becky, but I do love me some cute heels.
The food smells promising. The night is young or whatever they say and there is a man named Jax with nice forearms and a jawline that could split a coconut in two showing up any minute who is here to see me.
I am single and ready to mingle.
Time passes, and I wait.
I was early so I’m not too worried.
Until our meeting time is in the rearview mirror by a good ten minutes.
Then twenty.
Then a half an hour.
I’m not really sure at this point what I am supposed to do.
Do I text him and seem too eager?
Do I give him some grace?
It is Friday after all, and everyone knows how bad Boston traffic is.
I finish my drink and eat a chip because honestly, I am hungry. It’s dinner time and we are supposed to be having dinner. At least…I think that was the plan? I can’t imagine him choosing a place like this, expecting sex but not buying me food.
My phone buzzes and I look down to see a text from Joni.
Joni: ?
I don’t want to send a thumbs down. She’ll think I’m hogtied in the back of some rando’s trunk. But at the same time, I’d say getting ghosted is absolutely a thumbs down.
“Another drink?” Madeline asks, suddenly standing next to the table. Her smile has shifted from friendly to bittersweet. She knows.
“Yeah. Fuck it. Make it a double.”
She nods and walks away and I sigh, leaning back in my chair.
I guess this one’s on me.
Not that I can’t afford it. I have money, I just prefer to be thrifty. And I work hard. I do deserve to be treated…even if I am treating myself.
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, trying to wish away the feeling of loneliness and rejection washing over me.
Then suddenly, there’s someone standing next to me.
He’s tall.
Very tall.
He’s also muscular.
Like…the man could double for Chris Hemsworth in Thor muscular.
