at this disgusting guy.
“She said you wanted to—”
“You know what? I’m not hungry. Tell the waitress to cancel my order.” I grab my coat and race toward the entrance. Matt doesn’t bother coming after me, which is good because I was just about ready to punch him.
I bolt out the door into the cold, dark night and race to my car, my stupid new underwear riding up my butt. I get in the car and drive home, vowing to never let Kayla set me up again.
My cell phone rings the rest of the night but I refuse to answer Kayla’s calls. I have to cool down before speaking to her again.
I avoid Kayla’s calls in the morning, too, and focus on date two, which is tonight. I’m meeting Paige’s guy at a martini bar in St. Paul. He’s 24 and works with Paige’s husband, not as a stockbroker, but in some other finance-related job.
Thinking this isn’t going to lead anywhere, I go with my cotton briefs but succumb to the pains of my new bra because it actually does make my boobs look better. I wear a dress and heels since this is more of an upscale bar.
When I get to the bar, a guy is standing out front and holds the door open for me. I recognize him as the guy Paige described.
“Morgan?” He smiles.
“Yes.” I smile back.
“Hi, I’m Aiden. Did you have any trouble finding the place?”
“No, not at all.”
Paige’s description of Aiden is much more accurate than Kayla’s description of Matt. Aiden is about 6’ tall with light brown hair that looks freshly cut. He’s clean shaven and wearing dress pants and a sweater. This guy has potential.
“I got us a booth,” he says. “But we don’t have to sit there. You can check it out and see if you want to get a table instead.” He seems kind of nervous, even more so than me. He motions me to walk in front of him, but given that I don’t know where we’re going, I walk slowly trying to figure out which booth he means. At least there’s no creepy hand on my shoulder shoving me forward.
“It’s that booth right there,” he says pointing to my left. “Can I take your coat?”
“Sure.” I give it to him as I sit down.
“I’m just going to put it on this hook, okay?” He holds my coat over the hook at the end of the booth.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
He sits down across from me, grinning at me and staring, rarely stopping to blink. “So is this booth okay? Because we can move to a different one if you want.”
I look around, not sure why a different booth would be any better. They’re all the same.
He seems to be getting even more nervous and the way he keeps bombarding me with questions is putting me on edge.
I smile, hoping it will help him relax. “So Paige said you work with Michael.”
“Yes, we started working there around the same time. Paige and Michael are a great couple, aren’t they?”
“I don’t really know Michael, but I like Paige.”
“They’re lucky they met in college. Once you’re out in the real world, working all the time, it’s hard to find someone, don’t you think?”
Before I can answer, the waitress shows up at our table asking for our drink order.
“Do you know what you want?” Aiden asks me. “Or do you need more time?”
I give him points for at least asking and not just ignoring me and ordering, the way Matt did.
“I think I need a minute to check the menu.”
The waitress leaves and Aiden is staring at me again.
I glance down, wondering if I spilled something on my dress, but there’s nothing there. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No, why?” He continues to stare.
“No reason. So what else do you do besides work?”
“Not much else. I pretty much just work all the time. How about you?”
“I’m in a book club. And I go to yoga a few times a week. Oh, and I’m in a wine club.”
“That sounds fun. I don’t drink, but if I did, I’m sure it would be interesting to learn about all the different types of wine.”
I give him a
“She said you wanted to—”
“You know what? I’m not hungry. Tell the waitress to cancel my order.” I grab my coat and race toward the entrance. Matt doesn’t bother coming after me, which is good because I was just about ready to punch him.
I bolt out the door into the cold, dark night and race to my car, my stupid new underwear riding up my butt. I get in the car and drive home, vowing to never let Kayla set me up again.
My cell phone rings the rest of the night but I refuse to answer Kayla’s calls. I have to cool down before speaking to her again.
I avoid Kayla’s calls in the morning, too, and focus on date two, which is tonight. I’m meeting Paige’s guy at a martini bar in St. Paul. He’s 24 and works with Paige’s husband, not as a stockbroker, but in some other finance-related job.
Thinking this isn’t going to lead anywhere, I go with my cotton briefs but succumb to the pains of my new bra because it actually does make my boobs look better. I wear a dress and heels since this is more of an upscale bar.
When I get to the bar, a guy is standing out front and holds the door open for me. I recognize him as the guy Paige described.
“Morgan?” He smiles.
“Yes.” I smile back.
“Hi, I’m Aiden. Did you have any trouble finding the place?”
“No, not at all.”
Paige’s description of Aiden is much more accurate than Kayla’s description of Matt. Aiden is about 6’ tall with light brown hair that looks freshly cut. He’s clean shaven and wearing dress pants and a sweater. This guy has potential.
“I got us a booth,” he says. “But we don’t have to sit there. You can check it out and see if you want to get a table instead.” He seems kind of nervous, even more so than me. He motions me to walk in front of him, but given that I don’t know where we’re going, I walk slowly trying to figure out which booth he means. At least there’s no creepy hand on my shoulder shoving me forward.
“It’s that booth right there,” he says pointing to my left. “Can I take your coat?”
“Sure.” I give it to him as I sit down.
“I’m just going to put it on this hook, okay?” He holds my coat over the hook at the end of the booth.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
He sits down across from me, grinning at me and staring, rarely stopping to blink. “So is this booth okay? Because we can move to a different one if you want.”
I look around, not sure why a different booth would be any better. They’re all the same.
He seems to be getting even more nervous and the way he keeps bombarding me with questions is putting me on edge.
I smile, hoping it will help him relax. “So Paige said you work with Michael.”
“Yes, we started working there around the same time. Paige and Michael are a great couple, aren’t they?”
“I don’t really know Michael, but I like Paige.”
“They’re lucky they met in college. Once you’re out in the real world, working all the time, it’s hard to find someone, don’t you think?”
Before I can answer, the waitress shows up at our table asking for our drink order.
“Do you know what you want?” Aiden asks me. “Or do you need more time?”
I give him points for at least asking and not just ignoring me and ordering, the way Matt did.
“I think I need a minute to check the menu.”
The waitress leaves and Aiden is staring at me again.
I glance down, wondering if I spilled something on my dress, but there’s nothing there. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No, why?” He continues to stare.
“No reason. So what else do you do besides work?”
“Not much else. I pretty much just work all the time. How about you?”
“I’m in a book club. And I go to yoga a few times a week. Oh, and I’m in a wine club.”
“That sounds fun. I don’t drink, but if I did, I’m sure it would be interesting to learn about all the different types of wine.”
I give him a
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