The Love Show

II

I changed into comfortable clothes and brushed my teeth. After what was it, nine failed attempts at love? I finally could go somewhere to find someone. Every single date I go on is with a male, and the rules never said anything about it being with a woman, and I was done with men, so women seemed like a rather good option.
I collapsed onto my bed, tomorrow I could finally get out of this hotel, where people definitely judge you for your appearances, and go to an entire island. Assuming I don't screw up.
I turned off all the lights, put up the do-not-disturb sign and crawled under the covers. But that didn't help the fact that my brain was still very much awake. 25-years-old and I have never been in a serious relationship. I have gone on dates, but the people just leave.
What was I doing wrong? Was it that I laughed a lot at even the small jokes? Or perhaps it was that I liked to pay attention to the little details. Maybe I seemed like a creep. But I was not one, I was simply, just interested.
I stared up at my ceiling until sleep came upon me, my mind slipped into a world of dreams.
My dreams were never interesting, most of the time I didn't have any. Every time I did have one, it was meaningless at I forgot it the very next morning.
As quick as sleep pulled me under, the morning light pulled me awake.
I sat up in bed, the golden morning light seeping through the shades. A frantic knocking at my hotel room door began.
I brushed my hair quickly and threw on some nicer clothes and opened the door.
"Are you Dominique Lauder?" The man asked. He wore a blue short-sleeve shirt with jeans with holes in them. His skin was tanned and he had bright big green eyes. His hair was a curly brown mess. He looked around thirty-years-old.
"Yes." I nodded.
"I'm here to drive you to the airport for One True Love." He told me.
"Yes, okay." I muttered.
"Go ahead and pack what you need to bring, I will be waiting." The man gestured inside my room at my suitcase.
I nodded and shoved the more important items in my suitcase, my fancy clothes, my toothbrush, my soaps and skincare bottles. Everything else I shoved in my backpack.
"All good?" The man asked.
"Yes." I replied.
He escorted me to a white Mercedes, I sat in the back seat, tossing my suitcase in the trunk.
I pulled out my phone and turned it on. I texted my sister about what was going on, she said that whatever this show was, was her favorite and she would see me on the newest episode tonight. She also sent a lot of random videos with cats. I wasn't sure what they meant, but she had her way of expressing herself with cats.
I stared out my window at the passing trees and cars. The driver stayed silent, which was good, because I was not in the mood for talking.
We arrived at the airport and boarded the plane, wonderful, an entire hour of sitting doing nothing.
I stuck an earbud in my ear and turned on some music, if I was on a plane, I was going to be on a plane listening to Taylor Swift, not the sound of some lady asking if I wanted peanuts or not.
I sat in my seat staring out the window at the roads that turned into trees that turned into houses that turned into oceans. It went by so fast, I didn't even realize that we already arrived at the island.