Imperfect Hearts

8

It's the third 'I'm here to date!' night out and I still don't have a date.

"I like Tipsy Toes better." I shouted to Coco, who was gulping down her fourth gin and tonic. "You should see the place, the interior designer in you would love it."

"We'll go there tomorrow." She shouted back, giving me a thumbs up and I shook my head almost immediately.

No way.

"Sunday is sleeping day."

"No." She flipped me off, stealing my cosmopolitan for a sip."Sunday is socialising with your neighbours day and Sunday night is finding the date night!"

As if that was a success.

For last two days we've been doing just that. We've been going to clubs and pubs, looking our best, trying to find potential candidates to date (for both of us.)

But one thing that went out of plan was Coco devouring drinks, to get over Greg. She hasn't realised it yet. According to her, she's 'enjoying her single life.'

"After Asher, my confidence is lost." I mumbled, taking my drink back from her.

"Oh, fuck him." She waved it off. "The problem is his, not yours."

I'd like to think so. It's not everyday a really hot guy finds you smart and funny.

He paid for our drinks, talked with both of us, flirted with me... It was perfect, I felt this spark and connection so much that I was beaming when he asked me for my number.

And because of that, when he didn't sent me any text apart from the call he made to make sure he got it right, I called him.

He let it go to voicemail box.

I looked down at the texts that he sent me an hour ago and sighed.

Asher (club): I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Asher (club): I'm not that kinda guy. I wouldn't ever sleep with a married woman

And when I called that idiot to ask him what he meant, I came to know the fact that he has blocked my number.

"That douche bag messed up with phone numbers and blocked you before you could clarify." Coco shrugged. "His loss."

Exactly.

I think.

"Look at him," she nudged me, pointing at a guy who's dancing.

"Who knows if he's nice or pervy?"

"Don't make excuses. That's why you introduce yourself and have conversation." She nudged me again and I did.

Turns out the guy is nice.

And taken.

Way to go.

"You know what? I didn't believe you when you said all the good guys are in a relationship or married." I told Coco, coming back to her like a boomerang. "That shit's truth."

"Aw." She pouted, gulping down her drink. "I would've told you single life is better, but I know you and you know me. So, I suggest you hunt down someone to date, honey. Now, let's buy another drink."

"No. You buy another if you want. I'm not drinking anymore since you're on your sixth one and at least one of us need to be able to drive us back home."

"And that's why I asked you to call a friend."

There she goes.

"Emmie is with her sick mother." I sighed. "And Chase is twenty one. I'm not asking a twenty one year old guy to chaperone me around on a Saturday night."