How I got over my Ex

How I sold my soul to the devil

I'd looked at the contract Jane had made about dating at least twenty times in the last hours. I had no clue how she'd managed to whip up a professionally looking contract in that short amount of time. There were no loopholes and she'd even added a clause in case someone would breach the contract.

This added more to the theory I had about her being the devil. She obviously had experience in making contracts so people could sell their souls. I felt like I'd just done the same thing. I'd sold my soul for a double date with Jane and Seth.

At this point I was sincerely doubting my own sanity.

It couldn't hurt, right? Just one date. One date with a strange guy who might be a serial killer.

At least he'd smell great.

The moment I'd signed the contract, Jane went to Ant and Dot to find the perfect victim (yes, she actually used the word victim) for my blind date because she was sure I'd chicken out if I'd put too much thought in it. I couldn't blame her. I was already in the chicken process.

When did meeting a new guy become so nerve-wracking for me? Growing up, the only male figure in my life was my dad since I have no brothers, only a tiny-version-of-me-but-little-less-hamster sister. At school, I primarily befriended girls because they told me boys had cooties and that was definitely something I didn't want.

Although, I don't think I really understood what cooties were, the reactions of my female peers were enough to scare me off of boys for at least five years. Okay, more like ten.

Even though I didn't have much experience in male specimens, I didn't find it too hard talking to them. So when Chris and I became closer, I managed to keep my cool. And although 'keeping my cool' wasn't that cool compared to other girls, it worked.

I never felt the need to wear revealing clothes or loads of make-up in order to keep a guy interested. Chris made me feel like he wanted to get to know me for who I was.

Somehow, going to college had the opposite effect on me. Guys weren't that easy to talk to than they were before. I caught one cheating, drooled over another one's abs and had a one night stand including cartoons and actual sleeping.

Normally, a date, even a blind date, wouldn't scare me because it's just a boy, hopefully one without cooties. It was just a date. Considering the past events, I really hoped I wouldn't set his hair on fire or join a cult.

A few hours later, Jane walked through the door and went to sit at the table without saying a word. I didn't say anything either because I was afraid of what she would say. I was afraid that if I said something, the date would actually happen. Now, I could still act like the entire conversation had happened in my head.

"Sit down, please." Jane said while gesturing at the chair opposite her. Her demeanor was serious and her face was like a blank canvas; careful not to express any emotions.

I slowly walked over to the table and took a seat. Jane had her hands crossed on the table. It looked very serious which made my heart work overtime. Something was definitely up and Jane was enjoying every second of it.

"I'm here to inform you that me and my colleagues have found the perfect candidate for you." Jane stated while keeping her facial expression neutral.

"Okay..." I said, waiting for her to continue.

"He'll arrive at eight PM tonight. In this file you'll find everything you need to know." She slided a brown file across the table while I was suppressing a nervous giggle.

I was disappointed when I noticed the file was completely empty. Not even a picture. "There's nothing in here." I said.

"Yeah, we didn't have time." Jane confessed and turned back into her normal self rather than the strict businesswoman she was pretending to be a few seconds ago.