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29 november 2014

blind date

blind date

Hello and I am sHAKING!!!

Guys, I made the worst mistake ever I didn't check my writing yesterday and today I checked the comments and what did I see?! - what dumb boy - there you go again

All of you were rambling about: Luke!

I revealed his name, shit.
Ok, I need to chill , I mean no one will know that it's me so there's no problem, right?!

There are like 120 people reading this so there is no problem, rIGHT?!

PLEASE TELL ME THAT I'M RIGHT!!?!

I'M OK REALLY, hah.

Blah, so I'll tell you something about the blind date that I announced yesterday.

Yes, I did visit the date and I actually can tell you why.

I don't know, I feel like I have to get over Luke or I have to deal with a broken heart forever so I thought maybe this boy could help me.

I mean he saw me and liked me - what I don't get; who would like me? - so why not give him a chance.

Excitedly, I stood infront of my wardrobe looking for something nice for my 2nd date ever.

Yeah, I only went on one date before because;

1. I'm not social

2. I can't ask someone out because I'm really shy

3. I don't talk much

4. people don't like me

5. people don't fall in love with me

6. I'm not attractive

7. I'm me

7 explains it all, hah.

Anyway, in the end I decide to wear something simple meaning a grey sweater, black vans, a white beanie and black baggy jeans.

Judge me but I'm still not over those jeans.

It was finally 5:55 pm and I made my way to the adress Ashton had sent to me.

The adress belonged to a small diner 'retro' and just like the name the facility was retro.

A round table caught my eyes with red roses on it in a strawberry red pot, red hearts decorating the table and the red sign 'blind date' sticking on the pot.

I literally saw red.

Guessing that this was Michael's work I placed myself onto the stool next to the extravagant table.

6:15 this boy obviously wasn't one to come on time.

Waiting another 15 minutes, a blonde haired man came up to the table questioning 'Wasn't this table booked for 2 people?'

I nodded and gave him a simple 'My date hasn't come yet'

'Well, your date either won't come or she forgot that you booked the table from 6-8', the man whose name tag read Andrew and under it the word 'owner' in cursive letters.