Romance Writer's Weekly

Today's question for Romance Writer's Weekly as us to bravely describe a date gone bad.

One particular bad comes to mine.

I used to work with a woman with very low self esteem, but I made it a point to chat with her at least once a day to be friendly. I should have been surprised when one day she told me that I was the only one who talked with her and that she considered me a good friend. She then told me that she'd met this guy at the coffee shop last week and he asked her out on a double date.

I remembered pasting on a smile for her sake and telling her that this was fun news, but hoping that it would help with her self esteem issue. This could be just the turn of events she needed. Before I could boost her even more, she dropped the bomb, that she needed me to be part of the double date that this guy was talking about. Kay knew nothing about the guy who would be my date, but she pleaded with me to think about it and say yes.

What could I do? She was so excited and I was so hopeful for her, and she considered me a friend. I relented.

Later that night, I met Kay and her date at the chosen restaurant, but my date was missing. Kay assured me that he was on his way and to order something to drink. No problem because I needed something strong to convince myself that I was really there.

Kay's date, Dan stood and excitely informed us that Matt was there. When I turned to see "my date", he wore, cut off jeans, in capris style, that I was pretty sure he did himself. His hair was super curly, super long, and he wore a white dress shirt with cuff links that somehow got caught in my hair when he leaned over my head to shake Dan's hand. He tugged his arm back and forth as if he was trying to shake loose a baby gator that got a hold of his hand. Kay, stood to help me untangle myself from the man and once was done. We all sat down, me with a headache from Hades.

"So Matt, what do you do for a living?" I thought the sooner I started the basic conversation, the sooner I could leave.

"I'm unemployed."

"Are you between jobs?" Because, surely that's what he meant.

"Only if between jobs means unemployed for five years." Matt smiled at her before adding a question for her. "Hey, do you have any money I can borrow to pay for our dinner?"

Yes, that date was the worst I've ever had.

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