2/08/2014

Tastes Like Bitter

Story Sent in by Jonathan:

Tara, who I was taking out for a first date, was in a bad mood. As soon as we walked into the cafe, she said, "I don't know why we're here. I'm not even hungry."

It was around lunchtime and as I reminded her, "It was your idea to come here. What would you rather do?"

She said, "I don't really care. I shouldn't even be on a date. I'm still pissed at my ex."

The warning bell clanged so loudly in my head that I barely could hear anything else. Before I could respond, she said, "It was seven years ago, but it still pisses me off, you know?"

I didn't. She then gave me a quick hug and said, "You'll make some girl happy and marry her tomorrow. Let me grow into the spinster I was clearly meant to be!" She then left me there, so I had lunch by myself. No sense in wasting a visit.

5 comments:

  1. Op, you should have shown her some love.

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  2. Well at least you didn't have to pay for her lunch. Bullet dodged.

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  3. There is some great self awareness in this story.

    @ Blue Blue - Are you sure? This girl was wearing a dress made out of red flags. Her car had a custom paint job of 1000 waving red flags and a custom plate that spelled REDFLG! But you're probably right. The love of a man could have fixed it all.

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  4. @ Architect, if a man could love her and show her the love that she desires, she wouldn't be so bitter.

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