Worst Date Ever

“Hi, I’m the new girl”, she said with a smile and outstretched hand, introducing herself.

“Nice to meet you”, I said as I shook her hand and melted in her brown eyes.

I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears as I got to know her and realized what a perfect match we were, that was only the beginning, little did I know. But I fell for her, I loved the way she walked and the way she paid such attention to me, and her beautiful smile, so sweet. I’d never known a woman to be so at tentative. The words she’d say and the way she noticed specific things about me, such tiny things that most people don’t notice, it really felt good – and we seemed to have almost everything in common, needless to say I was excited when she gave me her phone number and we began to talk. We’d talk for hours on end about anything and everything and quickly I lost control and let myself feel love again. The way she made me feel and the way I wanted so bad to love her made me weak at the knees and so, as she let me, I pursued. We continued on our blissful journey into euphoria for months, yet the entire time, something nagged me to watch out for her, this was all too good and I needed to be careful. But it felt too good and after a long and ugly marriage, I didn’t care. I had finally met the woman of my dreams and I wasn’t going to let my paranoia ruin such magic. Besides, I could handle whatever fate dealt.
So as we got to know each other and time passed, we realized we had never been on a date as of yet, sure, my friends and her friends all had a blast together but an official “date” had not been established. But our house get-togethers became more frequent as the idea of a date eluded us. Until finally we did it, we made our date and went out together to dinner and then to a local club where we hung out and to sing karaoke and have drinks. She told me she loved me and I watched her dance line-dances as I fell for her even more. She was such a good dancer and I felt like the luckiest man alive while I strutted as the other men in the room watched her and wanted her. Or, at least, I thought they did for she was extremely good-looking and she had the moves and wow, those facial expressions she made while she danced, I think I’ve already mentioned that I melted. She was the hottest girl I’d ever experience and I never knew what she saw in me or why she even liked me but she loved me and I didn’t want to lose her or the feeling I was experiencing.

So as the night progressed I noticed her talking to my best friend while I was playing pool. They looked like they were having a fun conversation and I could see something in her eye. I smiled as I watched her smiling and laughing like she did when she was with me. So I continued playing and as I got around the table and closer to where they were sitting I could hear that they had a lot in common too. I began to feel that nagging voice slipping in my ear once again and I finished my game. Then my friend came up to me and offered to buy me a drink and, of course, I accepted. So off to the bar he went.

I turned to offer her a drink where she was gone and I assumed she had to go to the restroom so I started another game. And after a few minutes I hadn’t gotten my drink and she hadn’t come back so I thought I’d go see what they were doing. I looked for her on the dance floor and she wasn’t there, he was missing from the bar too. And I became curious as a welling in my heart began to build. I thought to myself, not again, and decided to go to the restroom. Where I found him standing with his arms on his head standing close to the wall and as I walked up to him I noticed a lady’s hand holding his backside. So apologetically stressing how I was sorry to interrupt but that I had to go to the bathroom, her head peered from around his waist with a terribly frightened look.

I froze and as the moment set in a tear dropped and he struggled to zip his pants and she stood up and stammered towards me. In a flash all the blood ran back into my brain and my knees buckled, I fought to steady myself as I grabbed the doorknob and left the restroom. Not since my marriage had I felt like the biggest fool and the largest idiot in the world, until now. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I was so devastated and I still couldn’t believe this had happened again. And for all that she made me feel and how she made everything so perfect and all the sweet words she said to me just moments before and all the long and intimate talks. I couldn’t think straight and all I could do was leave.

I haven’t spoke to either of them since, and to this day whenever I walk into a bar and smell that sweet smell of whiskey and cigarette smoke, the beat of the loud music and the atmosphere; that night is a sweet reminder of how I once loved and how I still miss how she made me feel. And I am reminded of how I will never feel that blissful emotion again and for once in my miserable life, I did, feel true love – even if it was only one-sided and only in my mind. And looking back I realize now, she had a talent.