First Date Stories: 2

A predetermined pub.

She arrives on time and doesn’t find him.

She waits.

He arrives, fashionably late by 15 min.

Usual greetings, traffic and weather discussions over. No apologies offered for late entry.

Ready to order drinks.

She orders a wine; he a single malt - mixes water to that, she observes.

He: “What are you looking for from this date?” gulps some whisky, makes a funny face and asks.

She: “I am not sure. This is my first date in a long time. I am willing to see where it can go.” She doesn’t really understand the funda of dating anyway, but she can’t say that, of course.

He: “Oh! Ok Ok” he stops, breaks into a big smile and continuous, “But don’t fall in love with me!” And winks.

She is dumbstruck. “What does that mean? We just met!” She asks completely surprised at his statement.

He: “Ha ha… I mean every time I am out on a date, the girl falls for me, you know. Now, I don’t want to hurt you too.” He leans back on the lounge sofa feeling completely relaxed that he has cleared the air.

“Oh”, she thinks to herself. “Really?” and asks out loud.

“Ah! I will tell you the stories someday, but first let me order another drink”

Another 4 drinks (for him) later, he suddenly leans towards her, sticks out his tongue and tries to kiss. Shocked, she screams! “What are you doing?”

“I think I am in love with you.” grins and falls on her smelling watered down whisky.

She squeezes out, somehow, and runs for her life.