I raspberries and shrug my shoulders. If he recognized me only as a result of all those unsuccessful dates, it was fairly horrible. I took the straw and swirled the remaining mixture. I looked at him and noted his features. How could I spend all this time without seeing how handsome he was? Was I really so preoccupied with finding a partner that I failed to see the chance waiting around the corner? I bit my lip since I knew I shouldn't be staring at him like that. Given that I had just been abandoned, it was difficult for me to fathom how it would seem if I had moved on to someone else. especially if they were a member of our staff.
However, he did help me recognize that I wanted to make the calls rather than allow someone else choose for me. This guy didn't appear like a terrible guy. His voice was as rich as a piece of velvet cake, and he had a lovely grin. Why didn't she find him for me instead of men who were never a good fit?
I concurred as my lips twitched upward, "Mixing up the ordinary does sound alluring. My wandering gaze landed on the absence of a wedding band, which revealed his single status. Despite the fact that it was always possible, I would find it difficult to believe a man like him could be unmarried. It would be enough if he could only remove an itch that I had been living with for so long.
I would settle for second best if I couldn't find love. I only hope that going against everything I believed in won't make me regret it. Although hooking up was the last thing on my mind, I was starting to care less now.
I tried not to let myself be discouraged as my chest felt my heart pound. "How do you feel? Are you occupied? after work, that is. Excellent, now I just need to throw a pickup line at him and I'm good to go. I had to resist the desire to sneer at myself as I struggled to speak clearly. It turns out that asking a handsome man out is more difficult than I had anticipated.
I was greeted with silence instead of an abrupt rejection. I was taken aback when I was able to meet his eyes since I was prepared for any kind of rejection. He seemed as astonished as I was, judging by his expression.
I brushed some hair behind my ear as heat erupted over my face. I made an effort not to look for the closest exit to flee from my guilt as I was getting ready to apologize.
"Yes, er, no. I'm not occupied. My amazement was only increased by his response. He made the same uncomfortable noises I was making.
In my mid-twenties, I ought to have already accepted this offer. Why did I feel so humiliated? He confirmed, so that ought to have been plenty to comfort me.
You won't just vanish out of nowhere on me, are you? I made a half-hearted joke.
My skin began to flush with goosebumps at the sound of his laugh. "I wouldn't dream of doing it." Then he climbed up and over the bar. "Meet me at the back if you haven't left by closing time." He grabbed my drink and gave me instructions. "Another?"
I nodded and refrained from grinning. Not to get my hopes up, I had to tell myself. This wasn't the kind of thing you'd find in a romance book. I could use this to help me get beyond my past.
After everything was said and done, I had a good feeling that I would have had enough of these blind dates. I wanted to experience the total opposite because I was sick of suffering. I had a good feeling that this guy would be able to assist me in having that precise experience.
Jane
It was becoming late, and the longer I waited outside the back door, the more I wished I could just go and never return to this neighborhood. I had the impression that nothing could stop me when I made the offer. My self-consciousness was now beginning to bother me.
I sighed and checked the time on my phone. My breath was audible, and the weather was becoming chilly. I then made a mental note to give it another five minutes before calling it a day. I waited till it was time to go while leaning my back against the brick wall.
With only a few seconds left, the door opened. I genuinely jumped at the suddenness and put my palm on my chest to try to calm my racing heart.
He was just as astonished when I emailed him the offer as when he looked at me. He asked whether I was kidding. Even as he said, "You're still here," he seemed perplexed. It was sufficient for my lips to slightly grin.
Perhaps it was worthwhile to wait for him. I battled against the shiver that wanted to go through me as I crossed my arms over my chest. "We should go, it's really cold outside."
He muttered an expletive before grabbing his jacket. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't even think about it," and took it off.
He handed me his coat, and I furrowed my brows. Were one-night stands expected to be that thoughtful? Simply put, I was overthinking things. I would have come more prepared if I had known that I would be out till so late. I decided it wouldn't harm, so I went ahead and took him up on his offer. My grin widened as he encircled me with his cloak.
I said, "Thank you," and pulled the jacket closer to my body. I inhaled and was immediately overcome by a wash of stale perfume. He had a nice scent.
He glanced my way as we started to leave the pub. He enquired, "My place sound good?"
