Oh. My. God.
I can’t believe it.
I’ve got nothing to wear. Seriously. Nothing.
I’m not going to wear that! God, it’s a family restaurant! I’m not going there looking like a five nuyen hooker.
Maybe just a simple black dress? No, too sultry.
Sweater and skirt? Too grandma.
Jeans and jacket? Too casual? Well…ok, maybe.
But which jeans? Skinnies? Boot cut? Shredded?
Why are there so many kinds?
Why did I buy so many kinds?
Oh. My. God.
Maybe I’ll just buy something new…
Ok, looks good. Right? Maybe?… Crap, gotta go. Got everything?
Calm? Not so much…
October 31, 2072 21:43
Hey, this place isn’t half bad. The aquarium is mesmerizing. Could do without the noisy brats though.
Oh, crap, here he comes. Wow! Nice outfit. Yum! I think he’s lost weight too. Do guys like it when you ask if they’ve lost weight?
A hug and a peck on the cheek? What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Nice voice, pretty strong for an elf. Love the eyes…
Nice to talk to someone who isn’t all cars and guns and other metaphors for their inadequacy. Seems pretty interested in me, instead of just talking about himself.
October 31, 2072 22:01
Drinks? Should I? Maybe I better stay clear. And what? Order off the kids menu? Shit. Ok, something light. White wine goes with fish, right? Or maybe a martini is more sophisticated? Crap.
What? Oh, ID? Sure dork, here you go… No, I don’t look that old, do I? Moron…
Oh-oh. Got that look. Should have ordered more than a salad. Should I call the waiter back and get something real? My stomach’s so tied up in knots I’d probably puke if I ate anything big. That’d be a real turn-on… Frag. Too late anyway. It’ll look lame if I change it now. But maybe he’ll share with me.
October 31, 2072 22:38
Whoops. Ok. Note to self: don’t ask about that. Way to go, genius. Jab that question right into a raw nerve. Maybe a pee break? No, don’t give him time to stew about that topic.
Awkward silence… getting longer…
Thank God! Saved by the drinks.
Ok, slow down and don’t gulp or he’ll be carrying you home.
October 31, 2072 23:16
Ok. Sharing his is more fun. Maybe that’s why girls always order salad.
At least I didn’t puke. The wine helped…feeling calmer.
Actually… kinda hungry now. Wonder how far can I push the ‘can I have a taste’ thing?
Maybe I’ll just have a big dessert. Or another glass of wine.
November 1, 2072 00:08
Mmmmm… so relaxed…
Uh-oh. He’s got a blank look on his face. Is he surfing the Matrix during our date? Don’t tell me he’s just as much of a dick as those other guys.
Hello, I’m talking to you here! Stop watching the game, or porn, or whatever you’ve got playing in there and listen to me! Just because you’re hot, it doesn’t mean you can bat your elven eyelashes and make me swoon without trying.
Hey, what the hell is wrong with this guy?!? Ohmygod! Is he having a seizure, or something? SHIT! WHY IS THERE BLOOD COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE! NONONONONO! DON’T FALL OVER ON THE FLOOR!
Why is the room going so dark? Feeling dizzy….
DocWagon™ Medical Facility
November 1, 2072 02:39
Oh. My. God.
Dead? How can he be dead? He was like, 25, or something! How do you just fall over dead when you’re 25?
And what the frag is an ‘aneurysm’?
Just great. Finally find a great guy and his fragging brain explodes on our first date.
Maybe I should become a nun or something…