Your room mate, tired of you complaining about never having a date, set you up on a blind date. She tells you only four hours in advance. Just as you are putting the finishing touches on your outfit, the door bell rings. When you open it, you are greeted by the sexiest man to ever live. He hands you a beautiful bouquet of flowers and takes you out to his car, a silver-grey Maserati. Then you head out for the date.
"Wow, this is pretty fancy for a first date." You say to your date.
"Well I thought I'd treat you well tonight ma'lady." he replies.
Ugh he was so dreamy. Perfect brown eyes that made your heart melt, and that hair? The perfect balance between shaggy and sophisticated. He was perfect plus he was graduating from Yale with a 4.0. The "dream man".
He pulls out your chair and you sit down quite pleased with him. Such a gentleman. The waiter comes by and pours water into your wine glasses.
"What can I get for you and your wife this evening sir?" He asks
"Uhumerrr she's not my wife but I guess maybe in the future...I mean no! I'm not coming on too strong..Ah!" He stutters as he places his head in his hands, flushed. "Just get me some gin and tonic, please, and make it strong."
"I'll have a glass of Merlot please." you tell the waiter. That was embarrassing... But adorable!
You two get to chatting and he becomes less and less attractive. He's trying so hard to prove his wealth and knowledge. You slump farther into your chair with every drink and every sentence he speaks. 7 glasses later.... he finally stops talking. You lookup to see the cause of the abrupt stop; surely he doeSn't have the brains to see that he is numbing your brain with every word. It's your ex, and he is obviously drunk. He looks at your date and says,"(Y/N), I was looking for you, should have known that you would be out sleeping around again. How many different STD's do you have now?"
Your date gets up and stands between you. It's a small gesture, but it means the world to you. "Excuse me, I don't know who you are or what you are doing here, but if you don't stop harassing her, I will call the cops."
Apparently your ex didn't like that answer. He picks up your date and takes him outside. One step out of the door and he starts pounding him into the ground. You call the cops, but before they could get there he runs off. Your date looks bad.
As if things can't get worse, your date mumble, "Will you go pick up the tab?"
You swear under your breath and proceed inside to pay the bill. Mr. Perfect managed to rack up $100 on drinks alone. Great.
You decide the least you can do is take him home and clean him up. Once you get back to your place, you change into an oversized tee shirt and sweats and tie up your hair. It's not like you're gonna see this guy again after this. You start to clean his bloody lip and the bump on his forehead.
"That guy was vicious." he said as he took his glasses off.
"Ha! Try dating him." you reply
He laughs at this and you too start to giggle. Maybe he's not that bad.
"I have a confession to make." he says , "I haven't been totally honest with you... I'm not like this. It's just an act I used to try and impress you. I thought all girls liked the 'smart and rich' kind so I just went for it. I kinda screwed it up I guess."
"How can I trust that you are telling he truth?" You question, half joking.
"Well, I am a nerd, so let's play a game."
"Okay?"
"So, have you read Mockingjay?" You nod. "Well, let's pretend that you're Peeta and-"
You can't even try to stifle a laugh, "You into role play?"
He blushes, takes his glasses off, rubs his eyes and continues. "So anyway, I see that analogy won't work. So I will tell you all the truth. Im doing online college for business, but in the mean time, I am working as a luxury car salesman. After I graduate, I want to start my own book store and tutoring company, because I know what it is like for academics to not come easily. I want to help other kids. I am almost broke, I literally have only $32.46 To my name right now. Anything else you want to know, I would be happy to tell you."
"What about your parents?" I ask.
"I have never met them." He says, un shed tears gleaming in his eyes.
Wow he wasn't a snobby rich kid, but a average foster kid, all grown up. Boy, did that make him all the more tragically beautiful. You loose controll of yourself for a second and kneel down to gently kiss his lips, remembering to late that his glasses are sitting on the ground. You hear a crunch and know that that was the end for those glasses. Now he's blind, fantastic.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-" but you are cut off by him putting his finger to your lips.
"It's okay." he says, "I don't need them to do this." suddenly he kisses you. You're taken back for a minute but then give in. Turns out this was the perfect man.
A/N
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