As I woke up I realized looking beside me he wasn’t there. I sat up and looked around the room. He wasn’t there. I got up and wandered into the living and kitchen. He wasn’t there either. He was gone.
I felt a little pang in my chest and stood there against the kitchen counter recalling what had happened the night before and smiled.
I was off for the next two days which I was now kind of bummed about. Now I had to think of him leaving me in my sleep alllll day.
I had to keep myself busy so I cleaned, and I cleaned and cleaned. I started on my laundry. When I was done cleaning I sat down and admired my work. The dryer dinged and my last load of clothes was done so I got up and began folding them and went to put them away.
I hopped in the shower and got dressed in some comfy swears and tank top.
My phone buzzed.
“Hey girl, wanna go out tonight?” Sam texted me.
“Sure.” I replied.
“Good! Because I have someone I want you to meet!”
I groaned. Sam was always trying to hook me up with someone.
“Idk about that. I don’t really want to go out with anybody.”
“Oh come on! You never go out on dates! Live a little! He’s a sweetie!”
“Fine, who is he?” replying just to make her happy.
“Well, his name is Matt and he’s tall dark and hansom. Lol”
“How do you know him?”
“He’s a friend of mine’s friend.”
Oh great.
“Please come on! Do it! I told him all about you and he says he wants to meet you!”
“Alright, fine. But don't expect us to get married ok?”
“Lol. Alright. I’ll come by your place around 8:30.”
“K, later.”
I sat my phone down, already dreading tonight. Why does she always do this to me? I suddenly wondered what Brian would think if he knew I was going on a blind date tonight.
I doubt he’d care. He left you without even saying bye. I thought.
Oh what the hell. Why not?
Later that night I had gotten ready. I was wearing a little black dress that came down to my knees and showed a little cleavage. I had on some black pumps. I put them on hoping Sam was right about the tall part. I curled my hair and put on a little makeup.
“Hey you ready?” Sam grinned coming in.
“Thanks for knocking. And sure.”
“Well he’s in the car waiting.”
“So who’s friends with him that you know?”
“Mikey.”
“Oh.”
Mikey was a guy she briefly dated a few months ago.
“Are you back with him or something?”
“Well, no. But we’re still friends.”
“I see. Well I guess let’s get this over with.”
“Oh, you’ll be fine.” She said, as we headed out the door.
We got to her car where a tall guy stood up against it.
Well I’m glad she was right about that part. He was tall. And very hansom. He smiled as we approached.
‘Hey, I’m Matt.” He introduced himself, holding out his hand.
“Hi, Cat.” I smiled back, shaking his hand. Which was rather cold.
“You guys ready?” Sam asked getting in the driver’s seat.
We got in and drove to a club. I’d been there a few times but the club things really wasn’t my scene. We got out and headed in.
“What would you like to drink?” Matt asked me over the loud music pumping through the speakers behind us.
“Rum and coke.”
He nodded and went to the bar and ordered our drinks.
“So what do you think?” Sam asked.
“He’s cute. Seems nice.” I smiled.
“I think you two will get along great.”
Matt came back with our drinks. He handed me mine, smiled. I lightly blushed and took a sip from the cup.
“So you from around here?” he asked me, after a few minutes of us sitting there.
“Uh, no I’m actually from Florida.”
He nodded.
“You?”
“Been here my whole life.” He laughed.
“Well it’s not so bad.”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t say that if you lived here your entire life.”
I laughed lightly.
“Um, how old are you?”
“I’m 30. You?”
“I’m 22.”
“Ah, a youngster.” He chuckled.
“I’m not that much younger than you.”
He raised an eyebrow and just smiled taking a drink.
“Do you wanna dance?” he asked.
I hesitated and he notciced.
“Well, I, uh, I don’t really dance.” i chuckled lightly.
He smiled and sat down his drink and stood up holding out his hand.
“I can show you.”
I quickly glanced over at Sam who was talking to Mikey. When did he get here?
I took his hand and we went out on the dance floor. The pace of the music picked up and we started dancing. Matt put his hands on my hips and we swayed to the beat. I was actually getting the hang out it when out of the corner of my eye I thought I say something.
Well, someone rather.
I took a double take and there he was, sitting at the bar sipping something from a glass watching me.