This is part two of the tale of a woman and a curious dating app. If you haven’t read the first part, you can find it by clicking on this link (CLICK HERE)
For everyone else. Let’s continue!
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The dark streets gave way to the inside of the place and the bustle of people talking in a too quiet way that added up to a too loud room. Waitresses, all Asian-looking, but probably American-born, walked from table to table serving food on wood platters. Sake looked good right about then.
The hostess looked at me once, made some internal judgment, and waved to me. I gave her my full attention and glared.
“May I get you a table?”
“I have a reservation for two. It’s under Barry.”
She picked up a clipboard, even though I’m sure the computer right in front of her face could have told her the same.
“Yes, here it is. Um, looks like your other guest is already here. Do you want me to walk you over?”
I cocked one eyebrow and said nothing. Just breezing into the restaurant past her. So much for the sake. They’d probably spit in it.
He looked delighted to see me–as he should. I noticed he hadn’t lied on his profile.
I had–I’m taller than he thought I should be. He didn’t say anything about it though. He tried to get up to help me with the chair and I just sat down.
He frowned. I was already frowning.
“Hey. So everything okay?” Barry tried another smile, and when it met nothing he dropped it again.
“Yeah. It’s fine.” I was curt with him. He deserved it. “My car broke down. Can I get a ride back to my house?”
“Ah, yeah, yeah sure. I can get you back there after dinner, it’s not a problem.” And then that second smile, the one that holds, is I’m sure him realizing the hypothetical opportunity to get under this dress of mine.
“I mean now.”
“I… what?” He said it like I’d just proposed a late night drag race. Or that he was actually a decent human being. “I ordered a drink already.”
“Please.” I pushed my bust forward on that word.
“I guess so. Can we reschedule this? I thought we could chat.”
“Let’s just get going.”
He breathed out slowly and then sucked his teeth. “Yeah, let me go pay. My cars the red pickup on the curb. I’ll be there in a minute.”
I turned without a word and walked back out the door. The hostess seemed happy to see me leave. I was certainly happy about it.
My phone rang again once I was outside, only instead of the ringtone was the words “we know” looping to the tune of some pop song.
“Stop it,” I yelled at the purse and pushed down on the leather, trying to smother it.
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