Sam—The Woman on a Date

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Never in my life have I met someone quite so…

Well I can’t think of the word. Something special anyway.

She approached me last evening, eyes glass and throat hoarse, a sight for sore eyes anyway. She blubbered one and one about a missing date, wanting me to fill in. A psycho? Maybe that’s the word. Cornering a lone man on the street and convincing me to go along with her. But I suppose I had nothing else to do. I don’t have much to do ever if anything…

Anyway. She took my arm with a sense of urgency, and navigated me towards the cage she, I can only assume, was intending to go to with the original date. “I can’t believe he’s ghost me like this, I mean, what the hell?” she’d repeat to herself.

I felt something akin to nausea. This whirling feeling in my stomach that I was struggling to keep down. But she looked at me, eyes full of this concern and then she asked me, “are you ok?” like a man dragged off the street impromptu dat wouldn’t be nervous? Well, I fully intended to air my concerns, but then her eyes started to well up again, and she was staring right at me… Maybe I’m too soft, but what could I have done? So I swallowed down my nerves, and I fixed on a smile, and I told her I was fine. And then she smiled at me, and I felt this rush of emotion.