Look at me

My Date from Hell

Present

Jaime

So that's how she ended up here, in a wonderful restaurant, wearing her favorite dress, with an absolutely vile man sitting in front of her. OK, so maybe that is a little harsh. He would be a decent guy if he wasn't extremely drunk right now.

He seemed a little off when he walked into the restaurant but after four glasses of wine. She was sure he was drunk.

"Hey, Darlin'. Rmind me to thank Joey laaatter becaaause you are ooonne hat babe."

"Thank you?" If this wasn't bad enough, she was now being humiliated. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at us except for one certain Joey Richter.

He had kept some of his promise. He was here, right next to me actually, but he apparently developed some mysterious hearing problem within the last few hours because he was not coming to her rescue like he said he would. She had been eyeing him for a while now trying to send him a message with her eyes, but the food here simply must be the most fascinating thing in the world because he hasn't looked up since he got it.

This Jacob character on the other hand hasn't given it a rest since he walked in the door. Talking about everything from me and how 'hat' she was to how to properly fix a phone cable.

'If Joey doesn't do something soon I will have to take drastic messures.'

"Soo, do you wanna head on back to my place darlin'."

It is time for those drastic messures. "Oh well let me just use the restroom first and I'll meet you out there. Ok?"

"Sure thing babe." He got up and hugged me sloppily. "See you soon."

She waved then made a calm mad dash to the restrooms, and pulled out her phone and texted Joey.

Jaime: JOSEPH RICHTER!! How dare you not bale me out of that!

Joey was so engrossed in his food he almost didn't feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. He looked around and noticed that Jaime and her date were gone. 'How nice. I guess they hit it off.' He pulled out his phone and read the text, 'or not.'

Joey: What do you mean? He seemed nice to me.

Jaime: If your version of nice is a drunk who won't stop talking about how beautiful your dress would look on the floor of his apartment, I pity the woman that would marry you.

Joey: Wow ok calm down where are you?

Jaime: I am in the restroom. I sent him out to his car and told him I would meet him there.

Joey: OK come out here. I'll pay for the meal and we can sneak you out to my car.

Jaime: If you weren't saving me right now I would kill you.

Joey: Love you too, dear

And with that he headed to the front counter to pay for his meal and to delay the white hot fury that was coming for him in the form of Jaime Lyn Beatty.