"Please Nicolai, I don't want to go by myself and ruin it. You know how I get, I can talk about trees for hours but I have no clue on what to say during a date."
I played with my fajita and watched her face. She was serious about me going with her. Even though I had already said no fifteen times today; I just sighed and gnawed on a fry.
"No Teresa, I really don't want to go. I hate blind dates, I hate dating, and I hate being a wing man even more."
The waiter brought her Cesar Salad over and poured us some more water. I looked up at him and smiled my thanks. He just nodded sternly and left. Shot down; again.
"You won't be on a blind date one, two I need your help, and three your presence there will be enough I don't want you to play wing man."
"Right"
I plucked another fry and bite into it, I turned to look at the people in the restaurant. They all looked happy and healthy, they knew no wrong. Didn't hump the air and caress the night.
"Have you ever made love in the dark, Teresa and couldn't see your lovers face?"
Teresa stopped eating her salad and cleared her throat. "What do you mean?"