Off To A Good Start.
Phoebe.
This has to be the worst date I've Ever been on.
I listen to the guy in-front of me ramble about his life and waving around a chicken bone in his hand. For the past, hour
"look Brian, you seem like a nice guy-" I begin to explain but he stops me "oh boy, here comes the rejection..what is is with you women, I am a nice guy but you all seem to-" I stare at him, appalled at that.
"You women?" I fold my arms.
"listen here you dingbat, you've been talking about yourself since we've been here, you probably can't even tell me what I do as a job" I pick up my purse and coat.
"I can't help the fact you still live with your mommy at your big age, drives her car on top of that, dresses like a toddler on his first day of school and has an enormous ego,"
I look at him. His face holds an expression of shock and disgust as his jaw looks like it lost its hinges.
"And its probably the only big thing about you," I open my purse and place fifty dollars on the table "here, treat yourself nice, get a slice of cake or something. Not like you were going to pay anyway"
walking out the restaurant, as more time passes I feel the anger in me rise.
What in your physiological thinking made you think it was a good idea to go out with him?
I've never really had success in the dating and love life arena, I just never have the time for it. When you're a nurse, you're working hours and hours, who has time for men in all of that?
The one time I give it a chance I ended up with a man-child, what is wrong with you woman?
Letting out a heavy sigh, I stop in front of a club. I need a drink.
Music blaring, its dark yet people swaying and dancing beneath the colored lights. Waitresses with trays of drinks and food, I walk over to the bar, shots lined up on the counter and everyone drinking and they're having fun.
As I sit, a girl comes up to me "hey angle cakes, what can I get ya?" I smile at her "I don't really know, what's your favorite drink?" I shrug, she give me a smirk and turns around.
She hands me a glass "one mojito" I smile "I love these" I squeal, picking the glass up. I hum at the sweet yet tangy taste of the liquid coating my tongue, followed by the after taste of rum.
"you look like you just got off a shitty date?" raising an eyebrow "what makes it obvious?" I inquire.
"Well for starters, that dress makes you look edible, the heels? Not the clubbing vibe the hair and make up is more of a...first date," she pauses "that soft but not overbearing, yea" I laugh "you got all that just by looking at me?"
"eh, just a lucky guess, you just looked a little down" she laughs "well you're right, wasn't the greatest" I sigh.
"your not from here are you?" she asks, to which I shake my head 'no'
"I moved here a week ago, for work but mostly to get a fresh start" I sip on the drink "stuff happened back home?" her eyes soften at me.
"no, just...wanted to experience something new..you know" she nods at me.
She pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down something she slides the note to me.
"since you're new in town, call me, I can see us being besties" I take the paper, looking at it "Olivia?" I call out the name on the paper "that's me" smiling "I'm Phoebe" introducing myself.
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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 || 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌
Romance"i keep my distance because I know I can't have you..." . . . moving to New York, to at least get a fresh start at life, Phoebe has no idea what is in store for her.
