guy is nowhere to be found. My cell phone rings and I answer it. It’s Kayla.
“Morgan, Matt’s running late. He would’ve called you himself but you wouldn’t let me give him your number. But he’s really sorry. He’ll be there soon.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Are you excited?”
“Sure. I’ve never been to this restaurant,” I say, knowing full well that’s not what she’s referring to.
“Not about the restaurant.”
“How could I be excited? I don’t even know the guy.”
I see a guy walk in who meets the description Kayla gave me earlier. Let me clarify. He kind of meets her description. Her version of tall, dark, and handsome is actually a guy who’s about 5’9 with dark messy hair that needs a good trim and a scruffy face that hasn’t been shaved in at least three days. He’s wearing jeans and a black shirt topped with a faded brown leather jacket.
“I think he’s here, Kayla. I gotta go.” I hang up and walk over to him.
“Excuse me. Are you Matt?”
He puts his hand out and smiles. “Yeah. Morgan?”
“Yes. Nice to meet you.” I feel like I’m on a job interview. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date I don’t know how to act and I’m way too nervous.
“I’m late because I got caught up at work and then traffic was bad. Let’s get a table.”
He puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me forward to the hostess. It’s an immediate turnoff. I’ve known the guy for two seconds. What’s with the shoulder grab? And the pushing?
“Two,” he says to the hostess.
He keeps his hand on me as we walk to the table. His firm grip is starting to hurt my shoulder. When we sit down, I try to pretend it didn’t happen. Maybe shoulder-grabbing is his thing. Maybe he does it to everyone.
I check him out from across the table. He’s already scoping out the menu, which I find annoying. Doesn’t he at least want to say hello face-to-face before burying his head in the menu?
“So Kayla said you two met at a Twins game last summer?”
He looks up. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I was there with a couple of my buddies. Her and her friends were in the row behind us. We had a good time.” He smirks and it makes me wonder what he meant by that.
What kind of good time? Did Kayla already sleep with this guy? Is he one of her leftovers?
The waitress comes to the table for our drink order.
“I’ll have whatever beer you got on special,” he says. “And we’re ready to order.”
I haven’t even opened the menu yet.
“Um, I’m not quite ready.” I start looking through the 8-page menu.
Matt sighs. “It’s tacos. Burritos. What’s there to look at?”
“I’m not sure what I want.”
“I’ll order while you look.”
He orders, then the waitress waits patiently for me. I can tell by her expression she feels sorry for me having to eat with this jerk. I hope she doesn’t assume we’re actually dating.
“I’ll have the chicken burrito.” I hand her the menu. “And no sauce on top, please. Thanks.”
She leaves and Matt says, “So you’re one of those girls.”
“What girls?”
“A no-sauce, dressing-on-the-side kind of girl. High maintenance. I’ve dated your type before.”
“I just don’t like that burrito sauce. That’s all. I’m not high maintenance.”
As I look at him, I notice he does have nice eyes, green with specks of blue. But I’m so turned off by how he’s acting that his eyes can’t save him.
The waitress brings his beer. He takes a big gulp of it, then leans over the table. “Enough with the small talk. Let’s get down to business. Kayla says you need some help in the . . .” he looks around, as if trying to be discrete, “in the bedroom. So what were you thinking? Right after dinner? Did you want to go to my place or yours?”
His beer breath fills the air in front of me. I back away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have absolutely no interest in that.” I’m now furious with Kayla and fuming mad
“Morgan, Matt’s running late. He would’ve called you himself but you wouldn’t let me give him your number. But he’s really sorry. He’ll be there soon.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Are you excited?”
“Sure. I’ve never been to this restaurant,” I say, knowing full well that’s not what she’s referring to.
“Not about the restaurant.”
“How could I be excited? I don’t even know the guy.”
I see a guy walk in who meets the description Kayla gave me earlier. Let me clarify. He kind of meets her description. Her version of tall, dark, and handsome is actually a guy who’s about 5’9 with dark messy hair that needs a good trim and a scruffy face that hasn’t been shaved in at least three days. He’s wearing jeans and a black shirt topped with a faded brown leather jacket.
“I think he’s here, Kayla. I gotta go.” I hang up and walk over to him.
“Excuse me. Are you Matt?”
He puts his hand out and smiles. “Yeah. Morgan?”
“Yes. Nice to meet you.” I feel like I’m on a job interview. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date I don’t know how to act and I’m way too nervous.
“I’m late because I got caught up at work and then traffic was bad. Let’s get a table.”
He puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me forward to the hostess. It’s an immediate turnoff. I’ve known the guy for two seconds. What’s with the shoulder grab? And the pushing?
“Two,” he says to the hostess.
He keeps his hand on me as we walk to the table. His firm grip is starting to hurt my shoulder. When we sit down, I try to pretend it didn’t happen. Maybe shoulder-grabbing is his thing. Maybe he does it to everyone.
I check him out from across the table. He’s already scoping out the menu, which I find annoying. Doesn’t he at least want to say hello face-to-face before burying his head in the menu?
“So Kayla said you two met at a Twins game last summer?”
He looks up. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I was there with a couple of my buddies. Her and her friends were in the row behind us. We had a good time.” He smirks and it makes me wonder what he meant by that.
What kind of good time? Did Kayla already sleep with this guy? Is he one of her leftovers?
The waitress comes to the table for our drink order.
“I’ll have whatever beer you got on special,” he says. “And we’re ready to order.”
I haven’t even opened the menu yet.
“Um, I’m not quite ready.” I start looking through the 8-page menu.
Matt sighs. “It’s tacos. Burritos. What’s there to look at?”
“I’m not sure what I want.”
“I’ll order while you look.”
He orders, then the waitress waits patiently for me. I can tell by her expression she feels sorry for me having to eat with this jerk. I hope she doesn’t assume we’re actually dating.
“I’ll have the chicken burrito.” I hand her the menu. “And no sauce on top, please. Thanks.”
She leaves and Matt says, “So you’re one of those girls.”
“What girls?”
“A no-sauce, dressing-on-the-side kind of girl. High maintenance. I’ve dated your type before.”
“I just don’t like that burrito sauce. That’s all. I’m not high maintenance.”
As I look at him, I notice he does have nice eyes, green with specks of blue. But I’m so turned off by how he’s acting that his eyes can’t save him.
The waitress brings his beer. He takes a big gulp of it, then leans over the table. “Enough with the small talk. Let’s get down to business. Kayla says you need some help in the . . .” he looks around, as if trying to be discrete, “in the bedroom. So what were you thinking? Right after dinner? Did you want to go to my place or yours?”
His beer breath fills the air in front of me. I back away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have absolutely no interest in that.” I’m now furious with Kayla and fuming mad
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