Blind Date
By bribates
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Julie drummed her fingers restlessly on the table, a magazine open and her cell phone idly laid by her. She tapped the screen again to make it light up. Nothing. She sighed and tried to refocus her attention on the words before. Is He the One? The title glared from the glossy pages, and she scoffed.
She didn’t ask to be set up. She was perfectly capable of finding a date all on her own. Are you? A voice whispered in the back of her mind, instantly deflating her sense of indignation. The truth was, Julie had not been on a date in longer than she cared to admit. And although she covered up this fact with excuse after excuse, her loneliness and longing never truly lessened. She missed late-night pillow talk, romantic dinners, and the feeling of a warm hand slip into hers unexpectedly. And sex. God, did she miss sex.
She checked her phone again. Wasn’t he supposed to call by now? Julie flipped the next page with force. This was all Lindsey’s fault. She would never have been this nervous if her co-worker had not gone on and on about her perfect mystery date. Blind Date Bill (as she had started, rather snarkily, to refer to him) was a lawyer who loved to travel. He owned a dog and adored his family. He volunteered at an elderly community center on the weekend. The list went on, and despite how hard Julie tried to not let her expectations rise, she could feel her hope expanding and growing until she could practically feel the anticipation billowing around her, filling her small apartment.
The phone rang, and her stomach dropped. She clutched it to her chest and let it ring again, playing it cool. After the third ring, she tapped the screen and answered, her voice more breathless than she had intended.
“Hello?”
“Yes, Julie?” a deep, raspy voice replied, sending tingles up and down her spine. “This is Bill, Lindsey’s friend. How are you?”
“Hi, yes, Bill, I’m great. How are you?”
“Great, thanks for asking. So, I’ve heard a lot about you from Lindsey, and I was calling to see if you’d like to grab some dinner.”
Julie scrambled around for something nonchalant to say, a little taken aback at how quickly he had transitioned. “I would love that,” she ended up with, not sure how she sounded one way or the other.
Their conversation came to a close a few short seconds later as they decided on a time, tonight at 7, and place, a great bistro Bill was fond of near by. He would pick her up. He was looking forward to it.
Her anxiety ratcheted up to full-blown panic, as she rushed around her apartment, trying on different outfits and teasing and coaxing her pale blonde hair into some semblance of order. What are you doing? She asked herself a she picked out her most expensive and skimpiest lingerie to go underneath her red dress.
While brushing her teeth, she stared at herself in the mirror and tried to objectively analyze the woman that Bill would greet at the door. Would he find her attractive? Would he see the slight scar beneath her lip, or think her hips too wide? Would he take one look at her, turn on his heel, and leave? Was this even worth it? Her mind swirled with anxiety and anticipation, her ears ringing with just a buzz of excitement.
A brisk knock echoed through her apartment.
Julie opened the door.
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Excellent story to start off
Excellent story to start off you ABCtales adventures. Welcome.
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