365 Writing · Stories

Swipe on (part 3)

The Third Date.

Did she just say marriage? I think she just did. Nelson thought to himself, shocked. This was awkward. She had been very talkative, a nice change from his last date. But now she was talking about her ideal husband. Just smile and nod, smile and nod.

“I mean, my parents want me to settle down soon as I’m getting older anyway, some of my friends are married, not that I want to rush anything! Oh, my best friend got married last month! Want to see some pictures?” She immediately took out her phone to begin showing me.

It looked like her friend got married on a stage of some sort, kinda odd he thought, but kept smiling and commented how beautiful she looked. Despite not being a native English speaker she sure liked talking. It reached a point that Nelson needed a break and with a short “excuse me, toilet,” he went off to find the bathroom. It was a nice change compared to her going on about her parents and how much they want her to be married. He texted Tim.

“Dude. On another crazy date.”

“Oh yeah?! What’s wrong with this one?”

“She won’t stop mentioning marriage. She’s 27 and says she’s getting too old.”

“Classic. Careful man.”

“Yeah yeah, I got this.”

Making his way back to the table, Nelson could see her taking selfies while she waited.

“Hey,” he interjected. “Should we go?”

“Ok! Where do you want to go next?” She answered happily.

He felt a pang of regret, maybe he shouldn’t be so hard on her, she sounded like it was a lot of pressure and she was a sweet girl… “Well, there’s a bar down the way,” he answered before he knew what he was saying.

“Sure!” She seemed excited. He somewhat regretfully got the bill, and they left.

Several drinks and a few hours later they were both laughing waiting for a car to go home. “We should do this again sometime, she said drunkenly smiling as she got into her car.”

“Hahahaha, ok sure…” He said without much commitment.

“My place is on the way, are you sure you don’t want to split a car?” She pressed one more time.

“Eh…” He looked down at his ETA, another 20 mins, busy night. “Ok, why not.” He answered. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

The following morning he woke up with a raging headache and rushed to the bathroom. Only as soon as he stood up, he realized. This wasn’t his house. Looking back, his date was in bed he just vacated.