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FULL



A SHORT STORY

BY



JACK LONG

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Copyright 2017 by Horny Goat Publishing. All rights reserved.


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are all a product of the author's imagination. Certain public places may be used for setting reference. Any resemblance to any entity, person, business, company, organization, or group is entirely coincidental.

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Josie stood in front of her bathroom mirror, putting on her make-up. She had a date that night -- a first date with a guy whose praises had been sung by Josie's best friend, Kay, who worked with Mr. First Date. Josie had heard just about every variation of, "You'll love him!" and "You're perfect for one another!" and "Just give it a chance!" that it was possible to hear in the past week since Kay had brought the idea up, and now there she was, standing in her bathroom putting on make-up when all she really wanted to do was crawl into bed and lose herself in a Netflix binge. She'd been meaning to watch the latest season of House of Cards, and given her dating history and luck with men, she thought she'd be better off chasing after Kevin Spacey than she would going out with Kay's friend.

I don't even know his name, she realized, her mascara brush pausing in mid-air.

It was going to be a long night.

Josie finished her make-up and went to sit on the couch and wait. She was driving herself to the restaurant where they were to dine (she'd learned her lesson long ago about letting a first date know where she lived; some guys didn't handle rejection well, and she didn't want to go through another stint of having a love-sick but crazy suitor pounding on her door at four in the morning and waking up all her neighbors), but as always, she had gotten ready way too early. She considered pulling Netflix up on her phone and cuddling into her favorite corner of the couch to kill some time, but she knew if she did that she'd be getting a phone call from Kay later in the evening, scolding her for not showing up for her dinner with Mr. First Date.

Josie sighed. She wasn't really into the dating and really wasn't looking for love. She wondered if maybe she ought to just be honest: meet the guy for dinner and tell him right up front that she's perfectly happy to have a meal with him but that she wasn't really on the market just then, despite the sales pitch he'd surely gotten from Kay. She would pay for her own meal of course, and it was awfully nice to meet him, but that really ought to just be the end of it. One dinner, friendly conversation, and then they could go their separate ways.

Hope swelled inside of her at the thought of so simple and uncomplicated a transaction between two people, but then she remembered that it was her life she was thinking about, and nothing ever went quite so smoothly. Trouble seemed to find her a fascinatingly fine companion, and she was sure that if there was trouble to be found with (or had from) Mr. First Date, it was bound to land squarely in her lap.

She glanced at the clock to see she was still ten minutes early, but decided to go ahead and leave anyway. If she didn't, she was likely to take herself up on the curl-up-on-the-couch-and-watch-Netflix-on-her-phone idea, which seemed a much happier prospect than going out on a date and meeting somebody new.



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Josie got to the restaurant ten minutes early, and to her surprise she found that Mr. First Date was already there, waiting for her. Disinterested as she may be at the prospect of this first date, she always noticed and admired punctuality. So few people, men or women, appreciated it these days.

"Hey," he said, standing and straightening his tie. This detail took Josie by surprise as well: he was punctual and he'd worn a tie. Well, he was certainly making a good first impression. She could only hope that she was as well, with her own punctual arrival and the sleek black dress she'd stuffed herself into for the occasion. Disinterested or no, she couldn't bring herself to look frumpy on a first date.

"Hey," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Josie."

"Dave," he said, shaking her hand. His grip was light but strong. It was, she thought, the perfect handshake for a man to give a woman. Respectful, but without all the macho bravado bullshit.

"Sorry about Kay," Josie said. She always felt obliged to apologize for her friend's tenacity. Kay got an idea in her head and that was that; neither hell nor high water, as Josie's mother used to say, would get in her way.

Dave smiled knowingly. "She's fun," he said, and then -- surprising Josie yet again -- offered her his arm. She smiled up at him and took it, letting him lead the way to their table.


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