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Alex looked at his reflection analyzing every strand of hair, every pore on his face, every fiber of fabric on his shirt. He wanted to look perfect for his date that he was supposed to meet in fifteen minutes. His eyebrows knotted together as he reached up to twist an errant strand of hair back into his flawless and seemingly "effortless" signature do. He took a deep breath shaking his arms trying to dispel some of the jitters that were plaguing him. He hadn't been on a date in well over a year. He never had the time or the inclination to do so. He was focused on his daughter and his career, those were his priorities. At least they had been. Lately he'd been feeling like the odd man out around his friends. They were all paired off and blissfully happy and he was the loner, the fifth wheel. Hopefully tonight would change that. It would be his first date since the fiasco the previous year that involved him losing himself and almost his daughter. He grabbed his keys off the counter and slid into the butter leather seat of his Lexus. He pulled up to the restaurant and handed the valet his keys. He sauntered into the noisy foyer.
"Sir, do you have a reservation?" a young girl asked.
"Uh…I'm supposed to be meeting someone here, and I forgot her name…shit." He muttered.
The girl smiled at his conundrum. All of that pot he smoked back in the day was kicking his ass right now.
"Okay, she's short, like five two or so and she's really cute. Umm…she's got blonde hair, tan skin and these amazing eyes." He described, "Have you seen anyone like that arrive yet?"
The girl smiled even wider, "She's right behind you."
Alex spun around to face the girl from the coffee shop.
She was grinning mischievously, "Hmm…short, blonde, tan, beautiful eyes, sounds like me."
Alex was speechless for a moment as he looked her up and down. He hadn't wanted to start their date off like this. She wore a strapless black dress that hugged her curves and leopard print stilettos.
"My name is Aiden by the way. Don't forget again or it'll be strike three for you." She smiled.
Alex cleared his throat, "No I definitely won't."
"Our reservation is under Carlton." Aiden said as the girl scanned the list of names.
"Right this way."
Alex pushed her seat in for her then sat across from her with a nervous smile on his face.
"This place is really nice; I heard it's hard to get reservations here." He commented looking around.
She was perusing the menu, "Not if you know the right people."
She placed the menu on the table after ordering them a bottle of wine, "I have a confession to make. After we literally bumped into each other I thought you were just some cute clumsy guy, but my friend made me Google your name before I came here, you know, to make sure you weren't a psycho murderer or something." She paused grimacing a little, "I didn't know that you were a wrestler, I didn't recognize you at all."
Alex dropped his eyes; he figured she was out of his league. There was an air of sophistication about her that intimidated him immensely.
"Is that a deal breaker?" he questioned looking up.
"We haven't made any deals, so no, and I did show up for our date. I do have to admit I am very curious about you." She stated.
"Like science project curious or Barbara Walters curious?" Alex asked.
Aiden giggled, "Both. I've never met a wrestler before. I don't know anything about what you do or how it works; I've never seen a match before."
He sat his glass down after taking a long drink to calm his nerves, "Where does the science project part come in at?"
She blushed furiously, "I want to see you pick stuff up and throw them and hit people over the head with a table or something."
Alex laughed, "We use chairs mainly. That would suck big time getting nailed with a table."
She laughed again, "I told you I didn't know anything about what you do."
"Let's talk about what you do then." He suggested.
She wrinkled her nose anticipating his reaction, "I'm a fashion consultant."
"Consult me then. How did I do coordinating tonight?" he asked never skipping a beat.
"You really want to know?" she asked.
"Hit me with a table, go." He joked.
She pouted a little but smiled nevertheless, "Well you can pretty much pull off any look with your body, and yes I noticed, but the only critique I would have on your outfit tonight is that your belt doesn't match your shoes."
He smirked, wanting to test her, "What color are they?"
"Your belt is brown and your very-stylish-for-being-a-wrestler-boots are black." She answered.
He put his hands up in defeat, "You got me."
"It is what I do." She teased.
He laughed at little just looking at her.
"What? Do I have lipstick on my teeth?" she asked quickly.
"No, it's just that I've never met someone that has no clue about wrestling. It's like you're from a different planet." He said.
She rolled her eyes, "Detroit is like a different planet too you know."
He stopped laughing and zeroed in on her, "Don't hate on the Motor City, you got to be from there to understand."
She wiggled her fingers at him, "Ooooohhh…"
He nodded slowly a cocky expression on his face, "Ok, where are you from then missy?'
She shook her head coyly.
"Oh no, you better tell me. You'll be sorry if you don't." he said.
She shook her head again laughing slightly.
He shrugged and finished his glass of wine.
He wiped his mouth with his napkin and threw it on the table, "Guess I'll have to stand up and belt out a Beyonce song for you then in front of all of these people. Oh and just for the record, I can be completely tone deaf when I want to be and I dance like a white boy, so prepare yourself."
He stood and began rocking back and forth snapping his fingers, "All the single ladies…"
"Savannah!! I'm from Savannah." She whispered furiously.
He plopped back down in his seat smiling wickedly, "Southern belle huh?"
"Hardly." She said unable to keep herself from laughing, "I can't believe you just did that."
He shrugged and tilted his head to the side, "I wrestle sweaty guys in spandex on TV. I have no shame. Besides, I'm with the hottest girl in the room; I could have gone through the entire song without anybody saying anything. They'd be too busy trying to figure out why the hell I'm with you."
She stared at him for a moment with a smile on her face, "You're a crazy wrestler."
He reached around the small table to grab the arm of her chair and pulled her next to him. "You're a silly fashionista." He whispered their mouths only inches apart.
He stared into her amber colored eyes a moment before pressing their lips together. Her small hand squeezed his forearm when he slanted his mouth to deepen the kiss. He brought his hand up to gently cup her face. Someone cleared their throat behind them.
They pulled away from each other and looked up at the waitress, "Who had the steak?"
Alex grinned sheepishly, looking back at Aiden, "That would be me."
She laughed taking her napkin and wiping his lips clean of her lipstick. The waitress sat their food down and left the table. Aiden looked over shoulder quickly to make sure she was gone.
"I'm going to need another one of those after dinner." She requested taking a bite of her salad.
"I think I can arrange something." Alex grinned, "You sure you want to kiss a wrestler again?"
She elbowed him playfully, "I was unaware that wrestlers were such good kissers."
"We're not, it's just me that kisses that good." He teased.
"Lucky me." She said.
They finished their meal and went back to wait for their cars.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips, "I had a really good time tonight."
She looked up at him through her lashes, "I guess it's true that opposites do attract."
"Yeah, who would have thought a scruffy wrestler from Detroit would land a date with beautiful, high fashion you?" he agreed.
"What will they think when they see us together again?" she asked.
He ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders to frame her face, "Maybe we can make this a best two out of three dates."
"Or…we could have a…hold on, what's it called…an Iron Man!" she suggested.
He laughed, "I still have a lot to teach you young grasshopper."
They made out like teenagers until the valets pulled up with their cars.
"Alex?" Aiden called as they both were about to get into their cars, "You know that whole cliché about waiting three days to call the girl after the date thing? Don't do that okay, call me tomorrow."
Alex smiled, "Yeah, I was totally going to call you tonight to make sure you got home okay."
She nodded, "Even better."
yay! he made it through the date! wonder what Bailey is going to say?? stay tuned and let me know what you think :)
