Blind Date

I knew we weren’t a match when our date was in a coffee shop.  I hate coffee especially the smell although right now it’s doing a good job of blocking the smell emanating from my date’s armpits.  As for his breath, jaysus has he no friends to tell him.  He needn’t even think of leaning in.

Catching the eye of the barista who winks at me, knowingly.  Wow, finally a reason to walk into a coffee shop I wish he was my blind date.  Gorgeous is an understatement.  He knows I have no liking for coffee and is probably still smarting that he couldn’t show his skills when he gave me a mineral albeit decorated as fancibly as he could, the wink, I hope means he finds my date is enough punishment as I cringe evey time he invades my personal space by talking to me.

I sign language over my dates head, which is now nearly stuck to his plate as he licks it clean, for the bill.  We are going dutch, I am not feeling obligated to this buffoon. He brings over two bills and written across mine is a phone number.  I’ll use it, he may even get me to like Coffee.