A red head Match??
I heard the taxi come to a screeching halt as the horn tooted three times. I didn’t have time to try on any more outfits, so I scooped up the black dress, which lay crumpled on the floor. It was about two sizes too small, but I managed to squeeze into it. I had a quick glance in the mirror, grabbed my bag and raced out to my awaiting taxi. The driver sped off as my mind raced and my fingers twitched. My first blind date. My first date actually!
I hope he likes me! I chewed my already half-bitten fingernails until I had nothing left to chew.
The taxi pulled up out the front of the restaurant and I stepped out onto the footpath, splitting the seam of my sister’s dress. Okay, so I wasn’t a size 12!!
“I have a reservation – it’s a blind date in the name of ……..”
The waiter at the door interrupted “Yes, this way”, as he lead me to an intimate table in the corner. It was table No. 10. My lucky number. A good sign.
I don’t know why I let Harry talk me into doing this, I thought as I arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes late.
“I’m here for a booking in the name of McCartney” I announced to the waiter.
“Yes sir, I’ll escort you to your table. Your date is here already”.
It was a long walk to the table while my mind kept telling me to turn around and walk out. What if she’s fat? What if she’s ugly? What is she has a high pitched laugh? Oh don’t be stupid. Harry said she was a bubbly red head, and I love red heads.
The waiter stopped me at a table in the corner.
I’m going to kill Harry! She’s a red head. A big red head. A loud red head, and obviously a starved red head.
She jumped out of her chair, placing a forkful of something into her mouth. She had already ordered our dinner! Okay, so I was late. You’d think she would have waited, and there was so much food. I couldn’t possibly eat all that!
“Sorry, I was starving. I ordered my meal. You can order now too, if you like”. She laughed, with a high pitched laugh.