Super Regrets

The First Date

I arrived at the restaurant at around six o'clock and walked inside. It looked expensive, the decor and table settings were quite elaborate, and there were these large floor-to-ceiling windows that provided an incredible view of the Boston Skyline.

Bette was seated by a window, at one of the fancier tables. I walked towards her. "That's weird", I thought, "She's wearing the exact same outfit from the other day, even the gloves. Maybe she forgot?" I wasn't complaining. She still looked amazing.

When I arrived at the table, I said, "You know, I have the exact same suit. I'm glad I didn't wear it today. That might have been embarrassing."

I thought to myself, "Way to go you idiot. You had to bring it up and draw attention to it."

Bette laughed, " I don't think you have the figure to pull this suit off Tyler."

"I don't think anyone would look as amazing as you do in that suit", I replied.

She smiled, and we chatted for a while. She apologized for missing my call, explaining that she had been away on business at the time.

"What is it that you do anyway?", I inquired.

"I'd tell you Tyler, but then I'd have to kill you" Bette said

"How cute", I thought.

We took a moment to glance at the menus. I squirmed and choked a little bit when I saw the prices. Bette noticed that I was getting uncomfortable. "Don't worry Tyler", she said, "It was my pick. Let me take care of this one".

I didn't even pretend to protest. I was clearly out of my depth here.

During our dinner, Bette asked me a lot of questions about myself. She seemed to take a keen interest in my work, asking about the type of clients we had at the bank. She was particularly interested when I mentioned that some of our higher profile clients were government officials. Our bank had a lot of history and was popular with some "movers and shakers" at the time, both in government and in business.

The food was delicious. We had fresh made pasta and a bottle of wine. I never saw anyone eat pasta with gloves on before, but I liked Bette's little quirks. She more than made up for it in other ways.

After dinner, we took a walk around North End Square, a beautiful historic neighborhood in the area. I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was, out on a date with this amazing babe, and she didn't once try to escape me by excusing herself to the bathroom. She seemed like she was actually enjoying herself.

It was a beautiful night for a walk. Bette held my arm, as we strolled along together. Just when things were going so well, the unthinkable happened. Two rough looking guys started hassling us.

"Hey baby, why don't you try a real man?" Yelled the first one, a tall, skinny, greasy looking hooligan with long hair and a creepy mustache.

The second guy was even more distinguished looking. He had a large scar running down the length of his left cheek, a chubby face and bald head. He was much shorter than the first guy, but thickly built.

Either one of them could easily kick my butt.

I froze, not knowing what to do. I didn't want to get beaten to a pulp in front of Bette, but I'd look like a coward if I let this stand.

Before I could formulate a response, Bette walked up to the tall mouthy one and kicked him right under the chin with her high heels. He went down. Hard.

The second guy came running at her, screaming, " What did you do that for?"

Bette calmly removed her gloves, sighed, parried a clumsy punch from the Ogre and drove both of her hands into his chest. To my surprise, he flew backwards, as if he had been hit by a truck.

"How in the world did she manage to do that?" I thought. I had never felt so emasculated, yet strangely turned on at the same time before.

Bette put her gloves on, pivoted, and walked back towards me. She linked our arms back together and said, "Now that the unpleasantness is behind us. We can get on with our evening."

I looked back at the two crumpled figures on the walkway behind us, "Are they going to be okay?" I asked her.

She shrugged, and we walked off together.

The rest of the date went pretty well, but I was a little distracted after seeing her pummel those two goons. I didn't even attempt to kiss her goodnight. To be completely honest, I was a little afraid of taking a high heel to the throat, so I played it safe.

When we parted for the night, she gave me a long hug, looked me in the eyes, and and said, "Thank you Tyler, for a wonderful evening. I hope we can see each other again. Call me."

With that, the ball was back in my court. I was determined not to drop it again.