[This is a fictional story. Everyone complains there's
nothing to read, so I decided to write about dating escapades since we all seem to be in that part of our lives (I find it humorous). Also, no, I'm not seeing anyone new. Thanks for the concern!]
Part
II~ Hesitation
Before I realize it, I'm stampeding down the stairs in twos. I grab my bag and
hurriedly put on my stilettos. I grope for the front door handle when I think
to myself- what am I doing? This is crazy! He can wait.
It’s just dinner with an old acquaintance. There is no need to make a great
second, first impression after all this time. Why should I even care? We
weren’t even close to begin with! I chuckle to myself at my silliness, and I
finally feel like my old self again.
I open the door and breathe in the warm summer air. It all smells familiar.
This is going to be a breeze. No pressure, no expectations, nothing. After all, it’s just
dinner with an old acquaintance. As I walk up to the black tinted SUV, I feel a
tinge of pink embarrassment spread across my face about my earlier psychosis.
This
is going to be easy. I open the car door and jump right in. I grab the seat
belt and say, “Hi! It’s great to see you,” with a big smile.
I
had the seat belt half way across my body when I felt the hair on the back of
my neck stand up.
I
stop moving and glance deer-eyed; he’s blatantly taking a head to toe
inspection of me. This can’t be right. Who does that so openly? I
look at him earnestly to gauge his reaction and realize I’m self-conscious
again. As his eyes finally reach mine, I see him break into a large, approving
smile as he responds, "Hello."
This
is awkward. It doesn't feel like we're old buddies waiting to catch up with each other. I can't help but have my deer-eyed, frozen face appear statuesque
as I decide whether to finish putting on my seat belt or book out of the car.
Adrenaline bursts through my body as his face comes closer to mine.
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