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Date with the Cheshire Cat
He grinned the entire two hours we dined, even while chewing. Frowned when I paid half, then walked home alone.
Truth In Advertising
We each sat in the uncrowded restaurant lobby alone, waiting, pining, neither recognizing the other from our fraudulent profile pics.
The Mysteriousness of Men
I thought it went well.
You laughed and said, “I’ve no interest in seeing you again.”
Was it my breath?
We Dressed Up For The Occasion
He showed up as Gargamel and he played nice at first. Smurfs escape in cartoons, but I didn't.
I decided to take dates as a nice gift for my blind date, hoping the joke would land. It didn’t,
This made me laugh :-)
Half a Twin
During our first dinner, James admitted he’d prefer to date my sister.
“She’s married,” I objected.
He replied, “that’s attractive.”
No Benefits
She’s in HR, I am a bartender. She asked me one question all night. Only one of us is salaried.
Perfect Gentleman
Abandoning his broken car in a vacant field, he hitched home. At least he had opened the door for me.
First date, last date
You told me how to dress "sexy" for our next date. I pushed back my chair and said goodbye.
Seeing Someone
No seats left together, but you suggest watching anyway. Rachel McAdams grins at you in moonlit rainfall, only at you.
They were cold and clammy. I could have accepted that. When they were matched by your heart, it was over.
(Can we have two stories? I think so but not sure. Ignore this please if we're only allowed one!)
Three Dates In
we ponder dinner—Mexican or Thai?
“I’m easy,” I shrug.
“Have an opinion,” you bark.
“This is over.” I smile.
MR. LIBERTINE
Like superheroes? Indifferent, presently, deep in comicon. My date? Leather. chains. Bullwhip. Superman, yeah you, I need a different Earth.
The Shortest Golf Date Ever
“Wait! You can’t play from the men’s tees.”
“Yes, I can.”
Whack! She outdrove him.
He stomped away, muttered “FuckYouBitch.”
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to submit something to your contest. What a terrific prompt!
Lisa Taylor
Alcoholic, Unreformed
Amid Chinatown's rich squalor, the man importunes us repeatedly as you weep at my refusal to consider a second date.
Overheard by the Bartender at Texas Steak-N-Chop
NYC slick, he gulps Manhattans, jokes about dating a cowgirl hick. "Yep, I sure can make em’ steers," she winks.
Date with the Cheshire Cat
He grinned the entire two hours we dined, even while chewing. Frowned when I paid half, then walked home alone.
Truth In Advertising
We each sat in the uncrowded restaurant lobby alone, waiting, pining, neither recognizing the other from our fraudulent profile pics.
The Mysteriousness of Men
I thought it went well.
You laughed and said, “I’ve no interest in seeing you again.”
Was it my breath?
We Dressed Up For The Occasion
He showed up as Gargamel and he played nice at first. Smurfs escape in cartoons, but I didn't.
I decided to take dates as a nice gift for my blind date, hoping the joke would land. It didn’t,
This made me laugh :-)
Half a Twin
During our first dinner, James admitted he’d prefer to date my sister.
“She’s married,” I objected.
He replied, “that’s attractive.”
No Benefits
She’s in HR, I am a bartender. She asked me one question all night. Only one of us is salaried.
Perfect Gentleman
Abandoning his broken car in a vacant field, he hitched home. At least he had opened the door for me.
First date, last date
You told me how to dress "sexy" for our next date. I pushed back my chair and said goodbye.
Seeing Someone
No seats left together, but you suggest watching anyway. Rachel McAdams grins at you in moonlit rainfall, only at you.
They were cold and clammy. I could have accepted that. When they were matched by your heart, it was over.
(Can we have two stories? I think so but not sure. Ignore this please if we're only allowed one!)
Three Dates In
we ponder dinner—Mexican or Thai?
“I’m easy,” I shrug.
“Have an opinion,” you bark.
“This is over.” I smile.
MR. LIBERTINE
Like superheroes? Indifferent, presently, deep in comicon. My date? Leather. chains. Bullwhip. Superman, yeah you, I need a different Earth.
The Shortest Golf Date Ever
“Wait! You can’t play from the men’s tees.”
“Yes, I can.”
Whack! She outdrove him.
He stomped away, muttered “FuckYouBitch.”
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to submit something to your contest. What a terrific prompt!
Lisa Taylor
Alcoholic, Unreformed
Amid Chinatown's rich squalor, the man importunes us repeatedly as you weep at my refusal to consider a second date.
Overheard by the Bartender at Texas Steak-N-Chop
NYC slick, he gulps Manhattans, jokes about dating a cowgirl hick. "Yep, I sure can make em’ steers," she winks.