They think your kindness is so weak.
I haven't known Abel that long, but I've seen enough, to not want anything to do with him. His friends are mutuals of my girlfriends and that's how we met. I'll never forget it; he was using the cheesiest pickup lines, presenting himself as the biggest doormat in the history of weak men. After following me around like a lost puppy all night at some party, I finally agreed to a date. He was never going to be on my level, but he's kinda cute so I took pity on him. I also wanted to see if I could push him to his limits; every man has a breaking point, you just gotta know where to find it.
I always disliked weak men. One doesn't have to be a rocket scientist to know it's probably because my father was my mother's servant until they got divorced. She was basically doing whatever she wanted with him. I mean I'll always love my dad, but I don't want that kind of weakness in my significant other.
So you can imagine how I felt when I met Abel.
I just need someone stronger, to protect me; I never had that.
My recent dates haven't been all that successful so I decided to give Abel a chance.
"I'd love to... uhm, how does seven sound?"
He was pretty excited but tried to keep it cool, thought how maybe he'd impress me. It was kinda cute.
"Seven sounds good, I'll pick you up then."
I had no idea where he was taking me, so picking the outfit was a bit challenging. But since he was always wearing suits, I decided on something elegant and classy, assuming we weren't going to the In-N-Out. My closet doesn't contain that many fancy clothing items, but I had a perfect dress for the occasion in mind.
A mid calf length champagne colored silky dress with a high slit and thin straps but no cleavage; I paired it with a creamy beige lipstick I bought the other day. Along with a wavy hairdo, I picked a pair of high heeled sandals in black. I insisted on blowing him away completely. A few sprays of Dior fragrance and I was ready. When the clock said 7PM, the door bell rang. Expecting this to be just another little date where I'd be in charge, all my plans and intentions fell out the window when I saw him standing at the apartment building entrance.
Is this really him?
I thought to myself when a man in a dark red blazer took me by the hand, kissing it like a true gentleman.
His hair was different from the last time I saw him; He shortened it quite a lot. Underneath the blazer, he wore a thin black turtleneck, combining it with a nice straight pair of pants in the same color. I was mesmerized in seconds.
He opened the car door for me, giving me a little smile, tilting his head, signaling me to get in.
This can't be the same guy that was following me around all night.
I was convinced. Was he faking to get my attention?
"Thank you." I got in the passenger seat, shortly after, we drove off.
Music on the radio was softly playing as we were driving to our destination.
"Where are we going?" I asked, looking straight ahead. There was something about him; I suddenly felt no need to pull my bad bitch act.
"Il Cielo, I got us a table there. You know it?" He replied softly, glancing in my direction.
I more than just knew it; I loved that place. My parents took me there after I graduated, it held a special place in my heart.
"I do, it's lovely." I smiled back, feeling my face getting flushed already. What's going on?
"Great!" He added. "By the way, you look amazing, that's a very sexy dress; suits you."
