S > Blind Dates are Pointless
Setting: last weekend
Wordcount: 1017
Setting: last weekend
Wordcount: 1017
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She’d only given in because she was lonely, only slightly of course, and she was tired of her mother’s constant badgering. But even that minute iota of guilt was not enough to suppress the growing detest of the man sitting across from her at the high top table. The high end bar they were in was busy and yet he wasn’t focused on anything other than himself or his phone when it chimed. Even if the portly man, who looked to be damn near twice her age, hadn’t been checking his phone like it was his significant other, Ophilia would have detested him. She knew damn near everything about him, and none of it was likely true as far as she was concerned. She knew he lived in a penthouse with a ‘spectacular view’, had a high powered VP job at some corporation she actually knew… and knew he wasn’t on the level she dealt with, and drove one of those cars that practically screamed midlife crisis.
He was currently going on about one of his vacation homes in Ibiza while Ohpilia suppressed an urge to roll her eyes. Instead she just silently finished off her wine and signaled the waitress. “Just my check please,” She said quietly when the other woman slid up to their table. She apparently wasn’t as quiet as she thought since her ‘date’ cut off his story and stared at her slack jawed.
It wasn’t until she handed over her card that he spoke up, “You didn’t have to pay you know? This is a date after all, I would have gladly paid for us both.”
“I am aware,” She smirked but it was a cold and distant grin. “I just didn’t want there to be any implication of impropriety or obligation so I covered my own bill.” With a quick signature she handed the closed out bill to the waitress and started to get up, already sliding her wallet into her purse.
“Wait a minute!” The man reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, not noticing the rather dangerous glint in her eyes, “I’ll have you know I took time out of my busy schedule to be here tonight. The least you could do is not be a b***h about it,” He growled and tried to puff up, to look intimidating and ‘in charge’. It was rather pathetic, especially since she was the same height as him, even while standing… That and she was just shy of breaking his wrist.
“I believe the lady would like you to let. her. wrist. go.” A large strange man in a casual suit practically appeared behind her and very politely but clearly instructed her date to release his hold on her wrist. Something he did promptly before scrambling out of his chair and putting the table between them.
“It's not fair,” her date started to whine, “Her mother was the one that assured me that she was interested and that it was practically a done deal.”
“My mother is a senile old woman who is trying to relive her mistakes through men like you,” Ophilia practically spat back. She didn’t give one ******** if her mother learned what she called her. Hell, Ophilia had called her that to her face the last time the older woman tried to pressure her into marriage. “Oh, and do tell her I said that. Also please inform her that I am in a committed relationship and do not wish to be bribed into going on any more blind dates.” That might actually delay the inevitable cycle of dates, ‘accidental’ meetups, or other contrived meet-cute things. All of them asinine since Ophilia was not interested in any man her mother said was ‘suitable’. Period.
Completely done with this conversation, Ophilia took a step back, forgetting about the ‘hero’ that had come over and nearly bumped into him. He was solidly built so he didn’t move, just put a steading hand on her shoulder. That was enough for the other guy who scoffed, said some rather nasty things, and stormed off. “Don’t forget to pay your tab,” Ophilia called out, before she turned towards her erstwhile rescuer, noting that the steadying hand had dropped away almost as soon as it was there. “Thank you. I appreciate being saved from catching a charge for breaking that p***k’s wrist.”
“My pleasure.” He smiled down at her, a feat really since she was just over six feet tall. “Does your mom really set you up with jerks like that?”
“Oh you have no idea,” She sighed and paused for a moment. “Would you like a drink? It's the least I can do,” Ophilia mentally debated before explaining, “I’m fairly sure you were cast as my ‘boyfriend’ in this whole scenario. So really, a stiff drink is the least I could do for you.” She held up a hand and clarified, “Not that I’m asking for anything more. I am not, or will I, be looking for anything more. I like my life just the way it is now. Single and free.”
The man chuckled and nodded, “Sure. I could go for a drink and I understand. I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me sneaking out on him either.” He held out his hand, “I’m Adam by the way.”
Ophilia smiled, shook his hand and introduced herself, “Ophilia”, before moving over to the bar and ordering them both some drinks. Maybe the night wasn’t as bad as it had first appeared. Sometimes things turned out better than they were predicted to and maybe she had made a friend. Or at least someone she could talk to for the night. Someone who wouldn’t be expecting anything more than a drink or two.
Although, it was quite a shame her hero was gay since he was quite the tall drink of water.
“So how did you end up out with a tool like that?” Adam asked.
“Oh, now that is a long story.”
“I’ve got the time.”
Ophilia laughed, a real laugh, and started off her tale, “See my mother —”
He was currently going on about one of his vacation homes in Ibiza while Ohpilia suppressed an urge to roll her eyes. Instead she just silently finished off her wine and signaled the waitress. “Just my check please,” She said quietly when the other woman slid up to their table. She apparently wasn’t as quiet as she thought since her ‘date’ cut off his story and stared at her slack jawed.
It wasn’t until she handed over her card that he spoke up, “You didn’t have to pay you know? This is a date after all, I would have gladly paid for us both.”
“I am aware,” She smirked but it was a cold and distant grin. “I just didn’t want there to be any implication of impropriety or obligation so I covered my own bill.” With a quick signature she handed the closed out bill to the waitress and started to get up, already sliding her wallet into her purse.
“Wait a minute!” The man reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, not noticing the rather dangerous glint in her eyes, “I’ll have you know I took time out of my busy schedule to be here tonight. The least you could do is not be a b***h about it,” He growled and tried to puff up, to look intimidating and ‘in charge’. It was rather pathetic, especially since she was the same height as him, even while standing… That and she was just shy of breaking his wrist.
“I believe the lady would like you to let. her. wrist. go.” A large strange man in a casual suit practically appeared behind her and very politely but clearly instructed her date to release his hold on her wrist. Something he did promptly before scrambling out of his chair and putting the table between them.
“It's not fair,” her date started to whine, “Her mother was the one that assured me that she was interested and that it was practically a done deal.”
“My mother is a senile old woman who is trying to relive her mistakes through men like you,” Ophilia practically spat back. She didn’t give one ******** if her mother learned what she called her. Hell, Ophilia had called her that to her face the last time the older woman tried to pressure her into marriage. “Oh, and do tell her I said that. Also please inform her that I am in a committed relationship and do not wish to be bribed into going on any more blind dates.” That might actually delay the inevitable cycle of dates, ‘accidental’ meetups, or other contrived meet-cute things. All of them asinine since Ophilia was not interested in any man her mother said was ‘suitable’. Period.
Completely done with this conversation, Ophilia took a step back, forgetting about the ‘hero’ that had come over and nearly bumped into him. He was solidly built so he didn’t move, just put a steading hand on her shoulder. That was enough for the other guy who scoffed, said some rather nasty things, and stormed off. “Don’t forget to pay your tab,” Ophilia called out, before she turned towards her erstwhile rescuer, noting that the steadying hand had dropped away almost as soon as it was there. “Thank you. I appreciate being saved from catching a charge for breaking that p***k’s wrist.”
“My pleasure.” He smiled down at her, a feat really since she was just over six feet tall. “Does your mom really set you up with jerks like that?”
“Oh you have no idea,” She sighed and paused for a moment. “Would you like a drink? It's the least I can do,” Ophilia mentally debated before explaining, “I’m fairly sure you were cast as my ‘boyfriend’ in this whole scenario. So really, a stiff drink is the least I could do for you.” She held up a hand and clarified, “Not that I’m asking for anything more. I am not, or will I, be looking for anything more. I like my life just the way it is now. Single and free.”
The man chuckled and nodded, “Sure. I could go for a drink and I understand. I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me sneaking out on him either.” He held out his hand, “I’m Adam by the way.”
Ophilia smiled, shook his hand and introduced herself, “Ophilia”, before moving over to the bar and ordering them both some drinks. Maybe the night wasn’t as bad as it had first appeared. Sometimes things turned out better than they were predicted to and maybe she had made a friend. Or at least someone she could talk to for the night. Someone who wouldn’t be expecting anything more than a drink or two.
Although, it was quite a shame her hero was gay since he was quite the tall drink of water.
“So how did you end up out with a tool like that?” Adam asked.
“Oh, now that is a long story.”
“I’ve got the time.”
Ophilia laughed, a real laugh, and started off her tale, “See my mother —”
