Being stood up on a date is the most embarrassing thing in life. But being stood up on a date by a short, medium ugly man who you were doing a favor in going out with, is so much worse. I sighed deeply and looked toward the door of Nobu one more time.
"Still waiting, hun?" the waitress asks.
I tucked my lips in my mouth before checking the silver watch on my right wrist. "No, I don't think I will. If you could just bring the check please."
I had helped myself to half a bottle of wine and an appetizer of some sort that I couldn't remember what it was. Even if it was expensive I didn't care I could pay for my own meals. I did own my own bookstore.
"Oh actually, your bill was taken care of." The waitress replies to me with a slight smirk. I almost choked on my wine and turned my head to each side. "He left hun, but I wish he would've let me tell you who he was." And with a wink she was gone to tend to her other tables. I decided to pour myself another glass of the red wine I'd been killing and enjoy my own company before I went home to cry myself to sleep.
In front of me, at another table, a man got up before getting down on one knee and proposing to the woman he was sitting with. I tore my eyes away because if I didn't I would scream. How badly I wanted that to be me. To be worthy enough to be proposed to.
If I didn't move away I could've been married to someone my parents would've set me up with. We'd have a house on the— No. No.
Stopping myself, and remembering why I didn't want to be a pawn in the marriage game my parents loved so dearly. I didn't need to be married right now. I need to get that out of my head.
Whenever I would get married, it would be for love. Not because I don't like being alone.
I decided to occupy myself with looking at all of the pretty summer dresses the women in the restaurant were wearing. I chose to wear a deep orange, off the shoulder maxi dress that for sure complemented the Fenty 495 foundation shade I wore. Too bad my date didn't get to see. I'm so desperate I might have let him take it off of me tonight.
A girl to the right of me who also looked like she was waiting seemed to be wearing some sort of tulle gown. She looked how I always felt, out of place. The gown was pink and purple and her blonde hair sat atop her head in a messy bun.
She was beautiful but, had a sad look to her that I couldn't explain. It was like she was upset that she missed the ball she should have been attending. I almost wanted to speak to her, but she was burning holes in the door and I thought it best not to distract her. When I looked back in front of me I noticed that the place had cleared out. Worriedly I looked around me again and I must have been drinking my wine a little too slow, as me and the girl in the gown were the only ones left.
I had to quickly make an exit. I dropped a $100 bill on the table for the waitress and went outside to call for my Uber, but realized that I could probably just walk to my bookstore from here. And why not? It's a beautiful night. I cancelled my uber and started walking, thankfully I didn't wear heels. My date was supposed to be short after all, and wearing heels wouldn't have made me desirable.
I roamed the streets, taking the long way. The fresh air was nice and I blew my hair pin straight so I might as well be seen. Even if it's only by a couple of drunk stragglers from the parade from earlier. A few did end up complimenting me as I walked by. I only smiled in return as I made sure to keep taking deep breaths. I wanted to cry more than anything right now and I was almost home.
My real home. At this point I should move out of my apartment and into the bookstore since I was rarely at the place I paid rent to.
The night was beautiful and the people were still out and about were trashed to no end. But they looked like they were having a good time. I passed by one indoor/outdoor bar and saw Aaron on a TV screen. It was an interview from the Nuggets parade earlier.
