Blind Date

Marline

I sat at the table waiting for my date. I didn’t know his name or what he looked like, all I knew was that he would show up wearing a pink rose in a black jacket.  My friends felt like I needed to “get out there” more so they set me up on this blind date. I was perfectly fine being single, but I agreed to the date to make them happy.

He was twenty minutes late, already a bad sign.

Then, I saw him. He was walking with one of the waiters towards the table, he hadn’t noticed me yet. My rose was on the table. He was picking his nose.

Yep, this guy was great at first impressions.

Then he saw me and quickly dropped his hand. He smiled hoping I hadn’t noticed, and then sat down at the other end of the table.

I thought about telling him how disgusting that was, especially since we were about to eat dinner. Instead I smiled.

He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t bad looking either. He was just your average Joe. He wasn’t short or tall, and wasn’t fat or skinny. His hair was short and dark brown and he had it brushed back.

“Hi, my name is David. You must be Marline. I was so happy when Gregory and Sam said you agreed to do this.”

Every time he said a word with an s, or t, or p, or d he spat on me. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be eating much. I wiped my face before speaking.

“Umm, hi.” I shook his hand that he put in my face. Then I remembered, that was the hand he picked his nose with. It was slimy and I wasn’t sure if it was snot, sweat, or something else.

“Hello, are you two ready to order?” The smiling waitress asked.

“Yes!” I said suddenly. Maybe he’d talk less with food in his mouth.

“Alrighty, what would you like?”

“Umm… I want-“before I could say another word David spoke.

“I want the lobster and steak meal, the shrimp skewer, spaghetti, and jumbo burger, with a side of fries. And to drink, I would like a Shirley temple and an iced-tea please.”

Wow.

I sure was glad he was paying for himself.