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Yet another day sitting in wait for a blind date that did not come. You'd think i know better by now.

Submitted:Jan 20, 2007    Reads: 281    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Loosing Hope

I try to be patient as I sit there, across from the door to the right, as arranged. Mum always told me patience is a virtue and I have made it my goal to live by her pearls of wisdom.

I wear the ANZAC emblem in my shirt with pride, another pre arranged symbol but one I chose to define myself. To give some indication of the spirit and passion within me. Time slipping past ever so slowly.

Each lady that enters the door has my stomach throwing summersaults and butterflies doing dances up and down my arm, but there is no Pearl Broach on her shirt and I slump back down in my seat, once again rejected.

Who is this lady anyway?

The last one was Liz. My sister set up that date.

The one before that was Samantha. That was courtesy of my boss at work!

Seems every person I know knows I'm lonely and knows someone they think would be great for me to meet.

I look at my watch one more time. It's 5 o'clock now. Debbie was supposed to come in the door at 2. Once again I try and stand proud as I walk out the door to go home. Fighting back the tears of rejection one more time.

My only solace knowing that at least my two beautiful dogs will be at home, jumping up and down to feel my loving touch or even for me to spend just one minute with them.

I send a text message to Brad, my friend from the football club. I ask if his sister forgot. He kept telling me all day Saturday how keen she was to meet me. He scored two goals this weekend too. Wish I could play like him. Maybe then Debbie might have come after all.

As I close the door of my car to drive home the tears break from the hold I had on them and flow down my cheeks like icing reminders of pain stinging my skin as they roll slowly down.

I look up at my front windscreen only to see a parking fine stuck to the outside of the glass. That'll teach me for being so patient.


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