Hard to Get Bodie 5
Bodie stood in front of his mirror, holding up several different shirts at once. He was determined to sweep Terri off her feet and Bodie was a great believer in first impressions and particularly appearances. He knocked back a vodka, it was the second of the afternoon. He felt really nervous, almost nauseous. He didn't have a clue how he was going to manage any food.
"There, my son. Pretty good, I'd say!", he thought to himself as he played with his hair. He'd chosen a dark blue shirt* and a black suit. He had a quick look at his watch, he had ten minutes before having to leave. He wandered over to the window and looked out. It was a pretty quiet evening, except for the odd car going by. The clouds were gathering overhead, mean grey clouds. Bodie sighed, as he imagined what sort of ensemble Terri might have decided on.. He headed downstairs and out into the street. He swiftly got into the Capri and started her up. He was about to drive away when he had a thought. He got out of the car and reached into the back, pulling out some magazines. He put them in the boot and grinned as he shut it. He then got back in and pulled away. "Phew! That would have been uncomfortable, if she'd seen my collection of girls from the Middle East!", he thought. Bodie walked into the restaurant and as he did so, nearly every pair of female eyes were drawn to him. He certainly cut a striking figure as he strolled up to the desk. "Evening. Table for two in the name of Bodie?", he asked. The waiter led him to a table in a corner with just a candle in a bottle for light. Bodie asked for two glasses of white wine. "Would you like to order food now Sir?", asked the waiter. Bodie shook his head, "No, I'll wait for the lady, thanks". Bodie had a grateful gulp of wine, the pressure was beginning to get to him now. What would he talk to her about? How would he keep calm? But most of all, how would he be able to resist making a move on her, when his body yearned for her?... Ten minutes...She was ten minutes late. Bodie's nerves were on edge. He'd never, ever, ever been stood up before. "Stop jumping to conclusions Bodie!! She'll be here, she'll be here....".Forty minutes later, Bodie sat staring sadly out of the window. He didn't understand, why hadn't she come? All sorts of thoughts had entered his head but there was one that stayed with him. "This was all a joke! Building me up and knocking me down! What was I thinking?", he thought. But as hard as he tried to blame Terri, her image kept coming back to haunt him, those twinkly eyes, flowing blonde hair, edible lips.... "Bodie!!" came a familiar voice. Bodie looked up. It was Ray, standing beside him. "What are you here for?", asked Bodie in a nonchalant tone. Doyle grinned. "I was on that stakeout! The tip off was reliable! We've got the whole lot of them!" he said cheerily. Bodie managed a small smile. "Great mate, but what are you doing here?!", he asked. "I was playing cabbie to a rather pretty young lady who is as impulsive as me, who was ready for a romantic date but came on the stakeout to see the suspects caught, a young lady who is now ready for dinner!", replied Doyle. Bodie looked up at him, Doyle was nodding toward to the restaurant door. A figure in a midnight blue dress, which slightly fell from her shoulders, hair swept up and a silver chain lying about her neck was heading towards Bodie. She was wearing a huge grin and her eyes glistened in the candlelight..."I'm sorry Bodie, I had to see it through, you see. ", she said apologetically. She looked around her, then back at Bodie, who was transfixed by her. She looked down, "Do you know, I feel decidedly done up for this place, I don't look too overdone, do I?", she asked sincerely. Bodie took her hand and held it, allowing one kiss to fall upon it......
Bodie stood in front of his mirror, holding up several different shirts at once. He was determined to sweep Terri off her feet and Bodie was a great believer in first impressions and particularly appearances. He knocked back a vodka, it was the second of the afternoon. He felt really nervous, almost nauseous. He didn't have a clue how he was going to manage any food.
"There, my son. Pretty good, I'd say!", he thought to himself as he played with his hair. He'd chosen a dark blue shirt* and a black suit. He had a quick look at his watch, he had ten minutes before having to leave. He wandered over to the window and looked out. It was a pretty quiet evening, except for the odd car going by. The clouds were gathering overhead, mean grey clouds. Bodie sighed, as he imagined what sort of ensemble Terri might have decided on.. He headed downstairs and out into the street. He swiftly got into the Capri and started her up. He was about to drive away when he had a thought. He got out of the car and reached into the back, pulling out some magazines. He put them in the boot and grinned as he shut it. He then got back in and pulled away. "Phew! That would have been uncomfortable, if she'd seen my collection of girls from the Middle East!", he thought. Bodie walked into the restaurant and as he did so, nearly every pair of female eyes were drawn to him. He certainly cut a striking figure as he strolled up to the desk. "Evening. Table for two in the name of Bodie?", he asked. The waiter led him to a table in a corner with just a candle in a bottle for light. Bodie asked for two glasses of white wine. "Would you like to order food now Sir?", asked the waiter. Bodie shook his head, "No, I'll wait for the lady, thanks". Bodie had a grateful gulp of wine, the pressure was beginning to get to him now. What would he talk to her about? How would he keep calm? But most of all, how would he be able to resist making a move on her, when his body yearned for her?... Ten minutes...She was ten minutes late. Bodie's nerves were on edge. He'd never, ever, ever been stood up before. "Stop jumping to conclusions Bodie!! She'll be here, she'll be here....".Forty minutes later, Bodie sat staring sadly out of the window. He didn't understand, why hadn't she come? All sorts of thoughts had entered his head but there was one that stayed with him. "This was all a joke! Building me up and knocking me down! What was I thinking?", he thought. But as hard as he tried to blame Terri, her image kept coming back to haunt him, those twinkly eyes, flowing blonde hair, edible lips.... "Bodie!!" came a familiar voice. Bodie looked up. It was Ray, standing beside him. "What are you here for?", asked Bodie in a nonchalant tone. Doyle grinned. "I was on that stakeout! The tip off was reliable! We've got the whole lot of them!" he said cheerily. Bodie managed a small smile. "Great mate, but what are you doing here?!", he asked. "I was playing cabbie to a rather pretty young lady who is as impulsive as me, who was ready for a romantic date but came on the stakeout to see the suspects caught, a young lady who is now ready for dinner!", replied Doyle. Bodie looked up at him, Doyle was nodding toward to the restaurant door. A figure in a midnight blue dress, which slightly fell from her shoulders, hair swept up and a silver chain lying about her neck was heading towards Bodie. She was wearing a huge grin and her eyes glistened in the candlelight..."I'm sorry Bodie, I had to see it through, you see. ", she said apologetically. She looked around her, then back at Bodie, who was transfixed by her. She looked down, "Do you know, I feel decidedly done up for this place, I don't look too overdone, do I?", she asked sincerely. Bodie took her hand and held it, allowing one kiss to fall upon it......