A/N: Mitch loses his resolution list in the middle of NYC and when a tall, blonde, gorgeous stranger offers to help him complete the list on New Year's Eve, he's more than ready to accept.
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I was hurrying down the streets of New York City when I felt a hand on my shoulder. As stressed out as I was I didn't realize that it could be a robber at first but as soon as the realization hit me I rammed my elbow into the person's ribs before turning around, and looking into the face of a poor man in his mid-twenties who's just been violated by me. He whimpered in pain.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. You just scared me and I- it could've been someone wanting to rob me, and I- I'm really sorry." I cringed, knowing that my apologies weren't really helping. "Do you need to go to the ER?"
The man shook his head, standing up straight again. His face, now not scrunched in pain anymore looked really beautiful. He had blonde wavy hair swept to the side in a nice quaff, and a little scruff on his face which really complemented his soft features.
"I'm fine. Sorry, uh, but I think you lost this."
He held out a sheet of paper, and with no doubt it had my messy handwriting on it. I blushed, embarrassed about the whole situation.
"Uh... Thank you." I wanted to take the paper from him but he turned it over, skimming through it, making me blush even more because I remembered what this piece of paper was.
"New year's resolutions for 2018?" He raised his eyebrows. "Got some nice goals on there."
"Uh... Actually, it's more like a to-do-list before the year ends. This year's failed resolutions."
"It's new year's eve," he pointed out. "Do you need, uh, some help with these?"
I shook my head quickly. Admittedly, I'd enjoy spending time with this beautiful stranger, but I was way too awkward and especially after I hit him it was just plain weird. But he took a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something that looked like a phone number onto the paper.
"In case you change your mind, call me. I'm Scott." When he handed me my list he gave me a nice smile which I could just reciprocate.
"I'm Mitch."
"Well, Mitch," he began, his smile not fading from his lips. "Have fun with your resolutions list. Think about the last one, yeah?"
He turned around and vanished in the crowd of people. Think about the last one? My eyes wandered to the last item on my list and I felt my cheeks heat up.
10) Kiss someone.
This year hasn't been particularly good to me in terms of love life. I went out on dates, sure, but I stopped seeing them all after the first date. Something was always off, either it was someone just bragging about his tolerance for alcohol, or someone just talking about how stupid his work colleagues were like honey I'm here to have a nice date not to hear about you being salty and dragging people. Another thing a guy did, and I scoffed when I thought back to it, he subtly kept insulting people based off of their origins or what they looked like/what accent they spoke. Do I look like I tolerate racists? Exactly. I left him at the restaurant and took an uber drive home. The fourth and last guy that I tried to date was super super handsome and very promising, he was nice, down to earth, a real gentleman. I actually gave him a second date before I got out of it. He just devoted more time and attention to smoking and his cigarettes than to having a nice conversation. He would leave mid-conversation to smoke. I hoped maybe it was just him being super nervous, but date number two just went even worse, so I had to say no. And now, at the end of the year I was left even more single and lonely than before and not having kissed anyone in over twelve months.
