Date Night: Short Stories

Date Night

Marion had been absolutely swept off her feet. Only last week she had met him in the toilet, and she had fallen head over heels for this man. Blake, his name was, a handsome name for a handsome man. And he was handsome: he had a face that belonged on an extreme sports calendar model, and luscious flowing brown hair that made Marion's mouth water just thinking about it.
Tonight was to be a very special night for both Blake and Marion: they were going on their first ever proper date, to a nice Italian place down the road. All day Marion was flustered, unable to concentrate on anything. She even left work early to get ready. It took her an hour to prepare for her date: choosing a dress and shoes, styling her thick honey-coloured hair into a French braid, and spritzing perfume in her elbows and the backs of her knees. Then, unsatisfied with the result, she took a shower and repeated the routine. At last she was happy with her appearance, and could drive to the restaurant.
When she arrived, Blake was waiting for her, sitting at a table for two. He was wearing a t shirt bearing the slogan "Land rights for gay whales". His hair was classically styled in a messy bob, and he was grinning cheekily. "Hello sweet-buns" he said, a little breathlessly, " you look ravioli, I mean ravishing, tonight." Marion blushed and sat down at the table. Blake handed her the menu. "Don't order anything too filling, you might want room for afters" he told her, wiggling his eyebrows and winking. Marion blushed harder and perused the menu.
The dinner started a little awkwardly, with neither knowing quite what to say to each other, but after a few glasses of the restaurant's excellent house red, conversation was flowing freely. By the time they had finished their meals, they were reminiscing about how they had met. "And then I screamed at you 'Get out of the women's toilet you pervert!'" Marion giggled. " But you just asked for my number, it was so smooth!". Blake tapped her on the arm, interrupting the anecdote. "Sugar-lumps, I want to show you an experience that will blow your mind. Do you want to come back to mine? Or should we do it right here?" Marion hesitated? What exactly was he talking about? Was it the afters he had mentioned? Or something more sinister? "I - I think here is good..." she said hesitantly. "All riiiight" Blake grinned. He reached across and grabbed her plate, then her knife. Marion watched in horror as he cut clumps of his luxurious hair off right in front of her. Then her horror turned to mouthwatering excitement as her placed the hair into her bowl and sprinkled it thickly with parmesan cheese. He pushed the plate across to her, saying happily"Dig in!". Marion groaned with enjoyment as she tasted the smooth, creamy hair-pasta. "Oh Blake, this is the best date night ever!"