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“TELL ME SOMETHING. DID IT HURT?” The guy I’d known for less than fifteen seconds leaned his hairless, muscular arms on the sticky wooden table, his blue eyes dancing.
I blinked, trying to understand his question. “Did what hurt, exactly?”
“You know, when you fell down to Earth from Heaven.” Satisfied with his pick-up line, he sat back against the vinyl booth seat, flicked his ’seventies Bee Gees hair, and raised his eyebrows in expectation.
I did an internal eye roll. That had to be the tackiest line I’d heard tonight—and I was afraid to report, I’d heard a few. There was something about the short amount of time you got in speed dating that brought out the cheesy in these guys.
I was beginning to regret ever having agreed to this.
I forced a smile. “Oh, sure. I get it. I’m an angel who fell to Earth. That’s a good one.” I tried not to allow the sleaze-factor crawl across my skin.
Oh, how I wished this whole thing could be over and I could go home, throw on Netflix, and eat leftover cake from the Cozy Cottage Café. So much better than having to listen to guys like this one try to “charm me.”
“Shame I wasn’t there to catch you. I’m very strong, you know.” He flexed his bulging muscles, just to make sure I got the message.
Satisfied with my response, he flashed me a row of perfect pearly whites as he stroked his chin. His thick, designer five-o’clock shadow must have felt like sandpaper.
I glanced over at my friends sitting at the bar—Cassie, Paige, and Marissa—working hard at pretending not to watch my every move. I gotta tell you, they weren’t doing a good job. As soon as they noticed me glaring at them, all three of them snapped their heads away, focusing on anything but me.
Thanks a lot, girls.
Still, I could only blame myself for the predicament I found myself in, sitting across from this guy, listening to his dreadful pick-up lines. You see, I was at this speed dating event down at O’Dowd’s Pub because I was trying to find my Last First Date.
Yes, that’s right. I was trying to find the last man I’d ever go out with. The man I would marry. Although right now, I’d have preferred to forget the whole darn thing.
Why was I subjecting myself to this torture, you may ask? It’s a good question, and one that had me glancing at the exit with longing in my eyes.