Blind date (n.s)

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And then he kissed me.

I didn't know how to act. This man made me feel extremely uncomfortable to be honest. I can't  say what it was. Maybe because he stared at my butt like he would gonna rape me soon or because his strong aftershave smell made it hard for me to breathe or because he didn't know anything about me and I didn't know anything about him but he kissed me right away.

But although I began to kiss him back.

His mouth was all over mine and as we kissed, the edges of the booth seemed to blur and spin.

After a bit, he broke off the kiss and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

"Shall we go back to your place?" he said and there was this fire in his eyes again.

I know now what the fire was. It was lust. Pure lust. Nothing more.

"M-my place?", I said, thinking about Alice and my sister who came over to 'babysit' her.

"Yeah", he said.

He reached out his left hand and traced a finger down my shirt. Not just any finger. His ring finger. With a small golden ring around it.

I looked at his finger until I released what it meant.

"You're married", I said, not angry, just surprised and disgusted.

Graham looked at the finger too, then, snatched it back. I think he swore under his breath, angry that I'd noticed it.

"Um, Yeah... but what does it matter? We've got something special, something magical."

I looked at him and thought about how he had made me feel with his hand up my shirt and his mouth everywhere. I felt cheap, cut-price just like my bargain-bin jeans.

"I'm sorry ", I said, even though I was not. "I don't go with married men."

I stood up.

"You slapper", he hissed.

„What did you say?", I asked him. Normally I would have pretended I hadn't heard him, anything to avoid trouble. But however I felt kind of confident.

"I said you fucking little slapper!" He spat the words out loud enough to be clear over the music. "I know your fucked up type. Grown-up kid at your age. You've been shagging since you were a kid, handing it out to anyone. You even got a daughter so you fucked with someone randomly who left you alone with that girl afterwards. Don't tell me a slut like you won't go with me because I'm married. What is it? Do you want paying?"

I wanted to answer back, to stand up for myself and make him take back any of those things. I'd been there before, standing in front of people with their faces full of hate, shouting insults at me.

I just walked away as quickly as I could, pulling my coat across my chest as I walked out of the club.

As I was leaving a bouncer nodded at me.
"Good for you, love", he said and gave me a warm smile. "Lucky escape. He's got a different poor devil in here every week."

When I got home I told Alice and Janet that he didn't seem right for me. They just shrugged and smiled at me.

"Never mind, Daddy", Alice said.

"Don't worry, little one", Janet rubbed my back, "you'll find the one. If not today then maybe tomorrow."

I nodded and drank a cup of hot chocolate.

But before I went to sleep that night I cried out my eyes. Graham was such a bad, bad fucker and his words hurt more than the should. How could somebody that good looking be so wrong... His wife was a poor woman for sure.