Bella makes a mental note to cover stalking in her list of 'dating do's and don't's' later, nodding for Edward to go on.
"And then, after a week, I got up the nerve to ask her out," he finishes. "And that's when the whole thing went to hell."
"She said no?" she guesses.
"No, she said yes," he says morosely. "It's just—she's so smart. She knows all this awesome stuff about how brains work and she reads these incredibly complex books, and she totally has the Dewey Decimal System memorized. So, I wanted to impress her by doing something better than the usual dinner-and-a-movie. I figured she'd want to do something more intellectually stimulating."
Bella winces, "Please say you didn't take her to a poetry reading."
"Foreign film," he admits flatly.
"A little clichéd, but not that bad," she reassures him. "Is she interested in film?"
"I don't know." He sighs.
"Well, did she enjoy the movie?" She asks curiously.
"I don't know," Edward repeats.
"You were there, weren't you? Was it any good?"
He flushes. "I'm not really good at movies where you have to read instead of just watching."
Bella raises an eyebrow.
"I always get distracted watching the people, and then I miss what's being said, and then I get bored and just start making things up in my head," Edward confesses. "And I'd had a long week at work, and I'd been on my feet all day, and I, uh. I kind of fell asleep." He winces. "And I might have snored a little."
"Okay, that's not good," she says frankly. "But it's not necessarily fatal. What did she say?"
"Nothing. I only woke up when the movie was over and people were starting to leave, and…she wasn't there," he says dejectedly.
She winces. "Yeah, that's pretty bad."
Yeah, so what's the worst first date you guys have been on? Sadly I can top this in RL... and you know it's bad when I read and write dirty fanfic and am still too embarrassed about what happened to me to actually write it. It's a whopper. LOL!
See you soon!
Jess
