Late Date

I should not have agreed to this. It's so stupid. A blind date, but options are running low. All the men on dating apps are either divorced, looking for a side chick or just a hook up claiming they want more. So basically, they are all liars, maybe this will be the last blind date for a while. Yes, I will be polite, I will smile, but at the end of the date I will say "nice to meet you" and carry on with life as if this date had never happened. Options are limited and I am not getting any younger. I pulled out the compact mirror from my purse and checked my make up one last time. My phone buzzed making me jump. Oh, it was just a text message, I relax and it’s Mitch the supposed man I am supposed to meet here. I wonder if the servers have a poll going to see if he will show up or if I will get up and leave. I used to do that with my co-workers back when I was a server in collage, it was an awful game to play, but we did it anyway, we all had to pass the time somehow. I glance at the text message, it read:

Hey, I got out of a meeting. Ran a bit late will be there soon.

Soon? How soon? Like an hour soon or maybe twenty minutes soon. Soon does not answer my question. Soon can mean so many different things to so many different people. How can it be soon? Maybe, I will wait an extra twenty minutes? Yeah, twenty minutes and then I will go to the bathroom and if he is not here I will just leave. That's a good plan. Should I text him back exposing my plan? If I am not here, he might just pick up the hint, but that's rude and insensitive although most of the men I've been on a date are rude and insensitive which is why they never got a second one. Maybe he is all the same. You date one, you date them all, am I right? Waiting for someone to show up is embarrassing. The server came up, her hair was tied back and she wore a white collard shirt with a little black bow tie like the rest of her co workers. She had a tattoo that was peaking out from under her white shirt sleeve, it was some sort of flower design.

"Hi there, are you waiting for the rest of your party or is it just you today?" she asked using her fake customer service voice. We all have one, I know I do, it's nearly second nature when it comes to talking to strangers.

"I will get a glass of water and you can pour one for him, once he gets here," I said pointing to the empty chair across from me.

"Certainly, I will be right back," she said. It was weird that she did not bring the pitcher with her, maybe she was betting on me leaving because it is starting to look like I've been stood up. I check my watch it has not even been a minute for him to be officially late yet. The doorbell chimed and I tured to see a handsome stranger. There's no way I would be that lucky. I don't even know what this guy looks like. He was tall about six feet, he had dark hair that you can tell he was blonde as a child, He wore a dark grey puffer jacket and it made his bright blue eyes stand out. He looked towards me.

"Hi, are you Lisa?" he asked with a charming smile.

"Yes, I am," I said and for once I was glad I made this date work.