Sweethearts

The Date

I can’t even remember how Miranda talked me into this. This guy was twenty minutes late, and he’d picked the worst place to meet up.

  I slammed my hand onto the table and it cracked.  This place; The Hub, had been built over fifty years ago – and it never looked worse. People never came here anymore because they were terrified this place was going to fall apart. There were nails sticking out of the walls, floor boards peeling up, and bathrooms with no doors. Basically, this place was a wreck. The food wasn’t even good – if you’d call it food. It was more just steaming piles of greasy meat.

  “Olivia?” I heard someone call. I turned around to see who it was, and there was a guy standing behind me.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  “I’m Tom, your date. Miranda set us up.” I was shocked. Miranda set me up on my first blind date with a ‘guy I would love!’  She has chemistry class with him and she’d heard he was looking for a girlfriend. She’d immediately thought of me. She said he was tall, had nice thick brown hair, was tan, southern, and a complete gentleman. Instead he was ghostly pale, had glasses, nose hair and was slightly balding.

  “Oh... Yeah... Hi, it’s nice to – you know – meet you, Tom.” I managed.

  “Same here. You’re exactly how Miranda described you. I was worried.”  He laughed at himself, and he snorted.

  I was on a date with someone who snorts.

  “Yeah, me too. Look, I have to use the bathroom.” I was already backing away down the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

  When I was in the bathroom I grabbed my phone and dialled Miranda. It rang three times before she picked up.

 “Hey, how’s the date going?” She asked.

  “You mean the date with my hot, southern, guy? It would be wonderful if he’d show up. Instead I’m sitting with a guy that snorts!” I spat the last word into the phone.

  Miranda started laughing. “Give him a chance. You know looks aren’t everything. Didn’t your mother ever tell you that?”

  “Just come here and get me!” I pleaded.

  “What am I supposed to say? Can’t you give him a chance? He’s a really good guy,” She said in a whiny voice she knew I hated.

  “I can’t. Say the apartment flooded or your dog ran away – something. You’re in drama for Christ’s sake! Come up with something!”

  “But Olivia –”

  “You’re getting me out of this Miranda. You’re going to hurry up, get down here and save me. Now.” I said firmly and hung up and took a deep breath.

  I left the stall of the bathroom and went back. I see Tom, the only other person in this dump, waiting for me at a table in the corner. He waved me over and I took a seat across from him.

  “I got you a glass of water while you were in the bathroom.” He gestured towards it and I took my seat. He hit it with his hand. The warm water poured down the table and right onto my lap. The white dress I wore was suddenly see through.

  “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry; let me help you!”  Tom cried out. He grabbed a bunch of napkins and ran around the table, only to trip on one of the floorboards that was sticking up. His head hit my chair and then the floor.

  “Tom? Are you okay?” I helped him up only to drop him again when I see his nose. Blood was coming out of it and dripping onto my dress.

  “It’s fine. It’s just a nosebleed – nothing serious.” He said.

  “Okay just sit down,” I felt myself getting queasy. I usually fainted at the sight of blood. I turned my head away and decided to look at a picture on the wall. “I’m sorry. I hate blood.”

  Just then I heard the door open and someone rush over to where we sat. “Olivia! The apartment flooded! I need your help.” Miranda started flailing her arms and screaming. She was a good actress; very believable. “Oh, god. What happened, Tom?”  She asked, breaking character.

  “I just hit my nose.” Miranda glared at me like I was the one to push him.  “You two go fix the apartment. I’ll be fine.” He smiled as some blood dripped onto his lip.

  “Call me if you need anything.” Miranda said.

 “I will. It was nice to meet you, Olivia.” I shook his hand and grimaced at how sweaty his hand was.

  “See you later, Tom.” Miranda called over her shoulder as we started to leave, and then she turned to me. “So I’m guessing the date went well?” She whispered.

  “Couldn’t have gone better! I hate you, though – you’re never allowed to set me up with someone ever again. Got it?”

  “Yes ma’am. I’m sorry you didn’t have a good time though.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I smile at her and we keep walking down the street.

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