Something a bit lighter for today. :) Hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Creative Original
Rating/Warning(s): T
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Prompt: Word Prompt: Sea salt

It was official. I was going to kill my best friend.

Her brilliant idea to set me up on a blind date was an absolute failure, and I positively could not understand what it was about this guy that she had seemed to think I would enjoy. I was ready to gouge my eyes out before we had even made it to the restaurant. He was moderately attractive, but nothing that would have jumped out at me if left to my own devices. His eyes had no life to them, and he never smiled. His voice was extremely monotone and droning, he complained about absolutely everything.

Was it really possible to be that dissatisfied with everything in your life?

However, I was determined to give this a chance. That's what I kept telling myself, yet doesn't 'getting to know someone' involve the other person talking as well? I hadn't been able to get a single word in all night, and my eyes repeatedly gazed longingly at the exit.

This man seriously needed to get laid, but it was definitely not going to be by me.

"Excuse me, just for a minute," I said the moment he paused for breath, attempting a smile and placed my napkin back on the table, hurrying for the bathroom.

"Oh my fucking God," I exclaimed the moment I was through the door, earning the stunned looks from several occupants of the room. Hurrying through the room to the stall at the very end with extremely flushed cheeks, I locked the door behind me and pulled out my phone.

I hope you've accomplished everything you wanted to in your short life, you are a dead woman.

I sent the text off to my best friend and leaned my head back against the wall.

How the hell was I going to get out of this? I could pretend to be sick, but I hadn't even eaten dinner yet. And after sitting in this restaurant for the last hour, I was starving. How I had not lost my appetite yet, I had no idea.

I could hunt down the waiter, have him box my dinner, and call a cab, but that would be rude.

Fuck! There weren't a hell of a lot of options here.

With a heavy sigh, I unlocked the door and walked out to wash my hands. Maybe it would just get better. Perhaps if I started talking the minute I arrived back at the table, I wouldn't have to listen to any more on the ills of the world, and keep him occupied until our meal arrived. He couldn't complain with a mouth full of food, could he?

With that plan in place, I walked back to the table only to be met with a disgusted expression on his face as he glared at the food that had arrived in my absence.

"What's wrong now?" I exhaled in frustration, waving my arms out to the side and rolling my eyes.

"I asked for sea salt, and they don't have it. Don't they realize that regular table salt…"

"I can't do this," I interrupted, tossing some cash on the table for my untouched meal and walked out of the restaurant.

Blind dates…… they rarely work out the way you hope they will. :P

I have also been asked if I have a Twitter account today in an anonymous review. The answer is yes, and it's http://twitter(dot)com/kyla713