this.
They were OK, as blokes went. The blond haired one who sat next to me was friendly and talked a lot about places he had travelled to and how much money he earnt in any given tax year. Unfortunately he was not party to the fact that money doesn’t really do much for me. Given that he was overly touchy as well, the whole dinner date was starting to wear very thin.
Trying hard to pull my face back together, as I knew it would be showing a pissed off/ bored expression, I heard a deep sigh escape my lips. My eyes shot up guiltily to meet the questioning gaze of Bella. My right hand clamped quickly to my mouth, whist I pretended to cough. I grinned at her, trying to placate the situation. She needn’t have concerned herself; blond bloke hadn’t noticed and was still animatedly talking about himself. I nodded and made all the listening noises he obviously wanted to hear.
My attention was on Bella now and how she had moved herself bodily against her date. God she was good; I didn’t think I could ever be like her. I knew she wasn’t really into him; in fact I had only ever witnessed that phenomenon the once. When she had been really hurt, so now she was in love ‘em and leave em’ mode. It didn’t worry me so much, as long as she was OK.
‘So what do you think?’ said blond guy who stared at me expectantly.
Oh shit ran through my mind. Not having a clue as to what I was supposed to be thinking about.
‘Ermm...’
‘We would love to,’ I heard Bella say enthusiastically. She knew I hadn’t a bloody clue what was going on. She was going to milk it for all it was worth.
‘We would?’ I replied questioningly, smiling sweetly at all seated at the table.
‘Yes, we can go and watch the game at Will’s house, on Thanksgiving, can’t we,’ it was stated as a given, so I fought hard to control my face, which had lapsed into a ‘really’ expression and I nodded unreservedly.
‘Great, I will make arrangements and let you both know what time,’
‘I hate to tear myself away from you,’ I heard the curly haired guy, who was coupled almost to the point of being fused together with Bella, speak.
I really must pay more attention...I really must pay more attention... became my mantra; I couldn’t for the life of me remember his name.
Christ, the reality, am I really this unsociable?
Ten minutes later and goodbyes were being said all round and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that the use of curly haired guy’s name was not going to be necessary.
We sat back down at the restaurant table and after ordering another bottle of wine for the two of us, I awaited the barrage of abuse to begin. Bella threw her head back and began to laugh cathartically. Relieved I joined in, starting with a thankful giggle to begin with and then joining in with her full blown roar. The tears ran down my face.
‘That has got to be the funniest thing I have witnessed with you, that poor man was completely smitten with you and you couldn’t have given a monkey’s arse about him. In fact at points you looked almost comatose.’
‘Comatose was not the look I was going for, I promise. He was just so, so not for me.’
‘I hear you,’ I watched her run her fingertip around the rim of the crystal wine glass.
‘So what about this football date you agreed to, eh? To what’s his name’s, house?’
Crying out loud, I can’t remember his name now!
‘What’s his name?’ she bellowed, shocking a few of the other customers with the velocity.
‘Frankie, have some more wine and loosen up,’ I watched her fill up my glass with some more of the pinot grigio we had, post disaster date, treated ourselves to. I finally started to relax now it was just us. Again my mind started to wander.
I still hadn’t heard from Alex. Nathan had sent a very short and to the point text this morning, explaining he was stuck at his mother’s house, dealing with a problem. We arranged to meet at his early in the morning for his overdue
They were OK, as blokes went. The blond haired one who sat next to me was friendly and talked a lot about places he had travelled to and how much money he earnt in any given tax year. Unfortunately he was not party to the fact that money doesn’t really do much for me. Given that he was overly touchy as well, the whole dinner date was starting to wear very thin.
Trying hard to pull my face back together, as I knew it would be showing a pissed off/ bored expression, I heard a deep sigh escape my lips. My eyes shot up guiltily to meet the questioning gaze of Bella. My right hand clamped quickly to my mouth, whist I pretended to cough. I grinned at her, trying to placate the situation. She needn’t have concerned herself; blond bloke hadn’t noticed and was still animatedly talking about himself. I nodded and made all the listening noises he obviously wanted to hear.
My attention was on Bella now and how she had moved herself bodily against her date. God she was good; I didn’t think I could ever be like her. I knew she wasn’t really into him; in fact I had only ever witnessed that phenomenon the once. When she had been really hurt, so now she was in love ‘em and leave em’ mode. It didn’t worry me so much, as long as she was OK.
‘So what do you think?’ said blond guy who stared at me expectantly.
Oh shit ran through my mind. Not having a clue as to what I was supposed to be thinking about.
‘Ermm...’
‘We would love to,’ I heard Bella say enthusiastically. She knew I hadn’t a bloody clue what was going on. She was going to milk it for all it was worth.
‘We would?’ I replied questioningly, smiling sweetly at all seated at the table.
‘Yes, we can go and watch the game at Will’s house, on Thanksgiving, can’t we,’ it was stated as a given, so I fought hard to control my face, which had lapsed into a ‘really’ expression and I nodded unreservedly.
‘Great, I will make arrangements and let you both know what time,’
‘I hate to tear myself away from you,’ I heard the curly haired guy, who was coupled almost to the point of being fused together with Bella, speak.
I really must pay more attention...I really must pay more attention... became my mantra; I couldn’t for the life of me remember his name.
Christ, the reality, am I really this unsociable?
Ten minutes later and goodbyes were being said all round and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that the use of curly haired guy’s name was not going to be necessary.
We sat back down at the restaurant table and after ordering another bottle of wine for the two of us, I awaited the barrage of abuse to begin. Bella threw her head back and began to laugh cathartically. Relieved I joined in, starting with a thankful giggle to begin with and then joining in with her full blown roar. The tears ran down my face.
‘That has got to be the funniest thing I have witnessed with you, that poor man was completely smitten with you and you couldn’t have given a monkey’s arse about him. In fact at points you looked almost comatose.’
‘Comatose was not the look I was going for, I promise. He was just so, so not for me.’
‘I hear you,’ I watched her run her fingertip around the rim of the crystal wine glass.
‘So what about this football date you agreed to, eh? To what’s his name’s, house?’
Crying out loud, I can’t remember his name now!
‘What’s his name?’ she bellowed, shocking a few of the other customers with the velocity.
‘Frankie, have some more wine and loosen up,’ I watched her fill up my glass with some more of the pinot grigio we had, post disaster date, treated ourselves to. I finally started to relax now it was just us. Again my mind started to wander.
I still hadn’t heard from Alex. Nathan had sent a very short and to the point text this morning, explaining he was stuck at his mother’s house, dealing with a problem. We arranged to meet at his early in the morning for his overdue
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