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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 3:10 pm
Whatever Jezerah had thought about dating before, and how it might just be a prank, maybe she wouldn't get any profiles and she wouldn't have to go, or something along those lines, had proven to be utterly false. A few days after submitting her profile, she'd gotten profiles of others in the dating service, and the reality of it hit her: She was really going to go on a date. And not just a date with friends, oh no. A completely blind date, with a stranger she'd never met before, and the only information she had on said date was from a profile that could've been falsely filled out.
This was shaping up to be one awesome date, was it not?
The day her date was scheduled coincided perfectly with the weekend that Samantha was going to stay with her mother. She was very sure that her mother had planned this on purpose, but was Jezerah going to argue? Of course not. She'd received the call from Joseph about who to meet, and where, and more importantly when, and the day had come for her date. Jezerah had taken the time to scrub a pair of her good jeans clean of any stains, and opted for a simple black T-shirt. Casual, but it was better then what she usually wore...
Cafe Eros wasn't terribly close to her house, so she left early to get there on time, if not a few minutes early. The green-and-rust colored Jeep pulled into the dirt lot beside Cafe Eros, and Jezerah stepped out, closing the door and locking the Jeep up. Not that anyone would want to steal the vehicle, it looked like it was on its last leg. It was a force of habit, though, and she'd rather take precautions to avoid having her baby stolen.
Entering the Cafe, Jezerah realized that she had no idea what this Thom person looked like. A quick glance around made her wince. While there were a couple people there, none of them seemed like the person she'd be meeting with. She walked to the counter, ordering a cup of coffee, and took it over to one of the tables with two chairs, by the window. Now to wait.
And, y'know... force herself to not bite her nails down to the quick in the process of waiting.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 10:31 am
Even despite Thom's original alarm in regards to Iamel signing him up to a dating service, when the envelope arrived with his potential matches and profiles... Well, Thom found himself actually possibly looking forward to the possibility of maybe, just maybe meeting someone his age. But then, there wasn't really anyone his age- unless he went to an old folks home, and, he wouldn't really fit in there... But, well. This was probably why he wasn't perturbed by the phone call that he'd received in regards to setting up the date. He was given a time, and a place to meet her, and then, rereading the profile he'd received on his potential match, settled into the mild angst of the forth coming blind date.
On the day of, while Jezerah headed straight for the cafe, Thomas chose to linger not far from it. Just a block or two down, a small bouquet of flowers (hand selected by himself, both for meaning, and color) in one hand, and a small, pink and white mottled unicorn plushie under his arm.
He wondered again, if this was such a good idea, especially when he saw the dirty jeep pull up to the small establishment. His throat tightened a moment, but from his current vantage, he couldn't really see her as she moved for the cafe. Or maybe it wasn't her at all...
Or perhaps, he was being ENTIRELY too silly and he should stop lurking around alleyways and get his bloody a** in gear and present himself like a gentleman should. He swallowed nervously, giving himself a once over glance to see that his gray suit was still immaculate. It was, but it didn't quell the nervous flutter of butterflies that rose up in his stomach. At least he felt comfortable that he looked alright; hell, he'd even shined his shoes! So off he went, in the direction of the cafe, feeling that it had been far too long since he'd tried doing this for any reason.
He entered, and slid off his hat as he did. Smoothing up his hair, glancing in quick succession into the window to make sure it was still relatively greased in place, he made his slow approach towards the as equally apprehensive woman. With the way he held his hat, it slightly blocked the stuffed animal, but not the bouquet of flowers he held.
A single daylily, a symbol for the mother, arranged with three white violets around it, meaning luck, two cattails representing peace and prosperity, and baby's breath- innocence... for a little filler. Thomas had learned the meanings of flowers through his wife... a florist and scholar. But there was no sign of a wedding ring on his fingers, so Jezerah had no worries of such things.
"Excuse me," he said, politely, his Irish accent not as thick as it once had been, but still prominent in the inflections of his tone, "but are you Miss Jezerah?"
This was as good a start as any, he hoped.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:32 pm
If Thom had been wondering at all if the apprehensive woman had noticed him coming, he could dismiss such fears. Jezerah had been looking out the window, thinking perhaps he'd walk past it, but somehow she'd missed him coming in all the same. Turning with a small start, the not-so young mother looked Thom over, blinking brown eyes at him. The first thing she'd noticed, of all things, were the flowers. A small smirk broke out on her face, not quite a smile but approaching one. "Yeah, that's me." She said, looking up at him. "You're Mr. Michaels?" She asked, tilting her head and looking him over again as subtly as she could manage.
He was handsome, but that had escaped her notice for the fact that he was wearing a suit. God, what did she look like talking to him, in jeans and a t-shirt? Nonetheless, they were here, and this date had to at least go on from there. Nothing could possibly make it worse, right? She glanced back up at his face. He looked his age, but she wasn't sure if she should be surprised. She doubted there were many people going into their forties involved with the dating service. To be honest, Jez wasn't sure if she would be comfortable dating someone her old age. She was getting old. Her attention wavered briefly when she thought of how old she was, and she seemed to stare off for a brief second, before shaking her head and smiling a little again. "Sorry, I was thinking." Whether or not he approved of dazing off during a conversation aside, Thom had her undivided attention.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 2:44 pm
Until he was invited to do so, Thom did not sit with her. He stood beside the table, watching her reactions to his approach. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her smirk at his flowers; it could be taken as both condescending and amused. He'd just have to wait and see what her preferred response became.
"Aye, I am, but you can just call me Thom, if you'd prefer," his hazel eyes met her own, and he shifted just slightly on the balls of his feet. Okay! So. Initial contact made! Now what? She'd already ordered a drink, so he couldn't offer to buy her one, and- hmm. He wondered if she'd want lunch, or something. He'd have to ask that later.
If she had at all mentioned her concerns with age, Thom would have laughed. He most certainly did NOT look his age, not even for a moment would he ever look his proper age. But this was a matter to be discussed at another time, or maybe never at all, depending on where things went with Jezerah. In fact, regardless, he might have been the most comfortable with never at all.
He would have been lying to himself if he did not admit that he was a bit... perturbed by her outfit. Girls of his day had almost always worn skirts- and dates had often required dresses and frills. Of course, girls could, and would wear slacks- but to a date? And jeans, to boot!
Never the less, Thomas forced himself to remember that this was the staple of the times he now lived in, and just because she'd chosen jeans and a t-shirt didn't mean things were starting off on the wrong foot...
It just made him feel a little overdressed, was all.
He returned her small smile, and proffered the flowers towards her gently, "Flowers for the lady," he explained, bowing just slightly from the waist, and sincerely hoping she was not allergic to the blooms.
...That would be bad. As well as highly embarrassing.
He had yet to do anything with the little unicorn tucked under his arm- that could wait. Focus on her, first.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 5:22 pm
"It's nice to meet you, Thom." Jezerah said, smiling at him politely. "Please, feel free to sit down." She offered, nodding to the chair across from her. He seemed like the formal type, and Jezerah wasn't sure if that amused her or threw her off. She decided that while it did throw her off... It amused her, too. You didn't meet guys like that very often, not in this day and age. It was refreshing. The flowers, though, those weren't too unusual for a first date.
When he offered the flowers, she smiled and took them with a quiet 'thank you', looking over the flowers curiously. They were arranged perfectly, making her briefly wonder where he'd bought them from. While flowers were common, flowers one picked and arranged themself was much more special then Jezerah was used to. "These are beautiful." She said after a minute, examining the bouquet with a smile. "Thank you, Thom." This Thank you sounded more genuine then the previous one, which had, to be honest, been solely habitual. When someone gave you something, you said thank you.
She learned that lesson early on.
Briefly, Jezerah wondered what he was hiding. The way he'd been standing, his arm concealed something, and curiosity had her gaze going to the arm a couple times, before returning to his face. She was notorious for her curiosity, which she'd managed to give her young Sammy. Yeah, she'd regret that when Sam started asking questions about everything and anything under the sun and off the TV.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 10:47 pm
As she invited him to sit, he shifted to pull out his chair- in such a manner that it still wouldn't give away the little pink unicorn tucked away under his arm. She might have gotten a flash of it though- it wasn't exactly camouflaged against the grey tone of his suit.
He was relieved that she liked the flowers though, and as she examined the bouquet, Thom found himself able to relax- at least a little. He was still feeling a bit awkward, but it was to be expected with an initial meeting such as there's. Blind dates were more often than not, the worst for such feelings. And, as this was his first blind date- well, it just made it that much worse.
He wasn't about to act shyly though, heaven forbid! Albeit a closed off sort of man (at least, these days he was) he was far from shy, and not averse to speaking his mind on most subjects. Religion and politics were still off limits though, at least, so far as he was concerned.
He caught her eyes wandering to what he had tucked beneath his arm, and a wry smile crossed his lips at her curiosity. Shifting his hat from in front of it, he placed the little pink unicorn on the table, and his expression shifted back to that of something a bit more awkward.
"You mentioned in your profile you had a daughter. I didn't think it was right not to bring something for her, too," he rose a hand, rubbing the back of his head for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders, and forcing himself to relax. At least a little.
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