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She drums her fingers on the wooden surface of the table while I try not to get nervous by the gesture. She is staring at me with a brooding expression. It makes me feel a little bit nervous, I have to admit.
'Let's get married.' She says, making me spit out my vodka. She doesn't even seem to notice that half of it got over her top. I stand up and try to get her cleaned up but she waves my hands away.
'Are you not tired of dating? Of dressing up and pretending to like the other person while you just want to go back home and eat chocolate ice cream while watching a movie. And in that same time you wonder why you shaved your legs if he isn't even slightly interested in you?' she rambles before shaking her head. Then she finally looks me in the eyes, a small smile forming on her lips.
'Sorry for the rambling. But think about it.' she says, taking my hand in her small one. I start to wonder how I ended up here on this small table in a crowded bar while the girl I only met this afternoon is giving me a wedding proposal.
'You want to get married?' I ask her, not able to get anything else out of my mouth. Her smile turns into a grin as she stands up. Then she points at her herself while spinning around in a slow circle. I watch her appreciatively as she does that.
'This could be yours, comrade. From today until our last days.' She says and I swallow while trying to figure out how to escape this. How to get away from this girl and this bar. How could this sweet, amazing girl turn into full lunatic in a few seconds time.
'Just see it as an arranged marriage. Well, not like that exactly but you get the idea.' She says, I don't get the idea at all. I have to leave. I have to leave this place now. How can she think of this as a good idea? Has she gone mad?
'I have to go.' I tell her, grabbing my duster and fleeing out of the door. The fresh air calms me a little as I press myself against the wall. What the hell happened in there?
We were just having a nice chat when she turned into that lunatic that tossed me a marriage proposal. It was a nice day; I have to admit that. I could see me getting to know her better and start to date her. But this?
I start to wonder how I ended up here. How I got from the point of liking my own life alone to being set up for a blind date. They had always said blind dates were horrible. Well, this had to be one of those reasons?
My friend Ivan knew a guy. And that guy knew a nice girl who still hadn't gotten herself a man. So they set us up for a blind date. I got her number from Ivan and asked her out. The first answer I received was that she didn't do diner dates but we could go for lunch. So we went out for lunch.
I liked it that she knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. But on the other hand I liked having dinner dates. With the candle lit dinners, the part where you dressed up nicely and walking her home. I am an old fashioned guy and a bit of a romantic.
A little unsure what to expect from her I dressed up anyway and bought her some donuts. I wanted to buy flowers but Ivan told me to get donuts instead. That had been a good thing. I had been waiting at the restaurant when she had arrived.
This beautiful brown haired woman, clothed in a tight skirt with a loose shirt that she had tucked into her skirt. High heels and her lips painted red. Her long black coat open and flowing around her. It made me wonder how such a gorgeous woman could still be single.
She had introduced herself as Rose before asking if it was okay that we would be picnicking instead. I was alright with that even when it was starting to get colder, so we went off to the park to find a nice place to set is all up. She had brought everything.
We had sat down when we had both looked a little lost where to begin. That was the moment I remembered the donuts and gave them to her. Her eyes had gotten big and she had taken a few bites before thanking me, making me smile.
From that moment everything was going smooth. We talked, laughed and ate the lunch she brought. We had sat there for a couple of hours, lunch already over. And when things got a little stiff because of the long sit she suggested we could walk a bit.
She told me some of her rules, making me laugh a little. Like she would never tell me what she did for living on her first date and she didn't want to know about the guy as well. She never dated a guy who still lived with his mother. She told me that before giving me a suspicious look. I quickly told her that I had my own place. She seemed to be okay with that.
She never got on a second date if the guy only talked about himself or when he would order her food for her. That made me laugh till she shot me a death glare. She was very serious about food it seemed. Maybe those rules had supposed to give me a hint why she was single.
But the way she told me it didn't come out like that. It came out like she was very practical and I started to think she had a high job with a lot of people under her. Making high standards for everything, even men. Wondering if I would be enough for her.
We had kept walking, sitting down every now and then. Then she had gripped her stomach, telling me she was hungry. I didn't want this day to end so suggested we should eat something. She had shot me an appreciative smile before we went to a small restaurant she seemed to love.
I had let her order for me and her eyes had started to twinkle. She told me she would pick out the thing that was the grossest, in her opinion. I had just laughed and taken that challenge. It hadn't been that bad after all. I had eaten a meal with a lot of vegetables, while she had a big steak. The waitress first had confused my meal to be hers. Making her angry, making me laugh.
She had made me laugh more than I had did that entire year. It had already been the beginning of October, so that was a long time. On the way out she had taken my hand, swinging it back and forth. Her touch had done strange things to me but I had liked it.
She was leading me somewhere and I let her. Not caring where she was taking me until we stood on a bridge in the middle of a park. Not somewhere I had been before. Her eyes had started to glace before shaking her head and looking at me with a big smile. Then she told me it was her favorite place.
It had something to do with her best friend so she launched into a story about her and her best friend. Making me smile. She is such an open, happy girl. In that moment I had realized that I hadn't thought about anything else that day besides her.
In the middle of her story I had stepped closer to her. brushing my fingers over her cheek, making her suddenly stop with her story. She looked up to me with her big, brown eyes before she tipped her head backwards slightly. My cue to lean in and give a soft kiss on her lips.
I had never kissed a girl on a first date before, I realized that in that moment. Neither had I spent a whole day with a date before. I wasn't good at the dating part at all.
It had been brief and we had been staring at each other for a little while after it before I had started to tug her with me. Suggesting that we should go to a bar before ending this day. She had agreed immediately.
And I had thought that I would be drinking one or two drinks with her before walking her home. I told myself I wouldn't go inside even if she begged me. I would call her tomorrow and ask her on a second date. But that wasn't really how it ended.
We had been talking and laughing. She had told me more stories about her friends and the crazy things they had done. I started to really like her at that point and hoped that she liked me to. Hoping that that day had been a good indication about that. When she hadn't wanted to go home.
No, now I stood here against the brick wall thinking about what she had said. What she had said to me about marrying her. I couldn't just decide to spend the rest of my life with her without knowing her? I mean, I could be a serial killer after all that she just invited into her life.
And here I am, standing, seriously thinking about marrying her. I should go home. I should go home, get some sleep and forget about this girl. Well, I would tell Ivan in the morning how stupid he was for setting up this blind date.
With those last words I started walking.
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