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Blind Date
She was sitting alone at the table, wearing a red rose in her lapel – the agreed sign. I kept my rose in my pocket, waiting. I wanted to scout the scene first, see what Ellie123 looked like. After all, I didn’t want to spend the evening with a complete minger. No, life was too short, and my image too fragile. To my delight she looked fairly attractive. Petite, blonde, soft eyes – she would do. The glasses were a bit of a turn off, though. I hoped she wasn’t the bookish type.
In the end I decided to risk it. Putting my rose in my lapel, I sauntered over and smiled, flashing my new white smile.
“Ellie123?”
She looked up startled, no doubt at my good looks, then regaining her composure, looked me up and down appraisingly. I felt violated, I tell you, but waited. I was worth the wait.
Then she smiled and said, “No, I think you must have the wrong person. I’m waiting for someone else.”
In the end I decided to risk it. Putting my rose in my lapel, I sauntered over and smiled, flashing my new white smile.
“Ellie123?”
She looked up startled, no doubt at my good looks, then regaining her composure, looked me up and down appraisingly. I felt violated, I tell you, but waited. I was worth the wait.
Then she smiled and said, “No, I think you must have the wrong person. I’m waiting for someone else.”
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Comment by Lonely Girl on October 11, 2009 at 4:49pm - HA! The bigger the ego, the harder they fall, huh?
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Comment by Forest Crump on October 11, 2009 at 9:33am - She knew what you were up to, checking her out before approaching her, it’s like getting your bluff called at the poker table, kind-of a sinking feeling cascades all over your body.
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