Nice to Meet You

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Short Short Stories!
At times, the first impression is not always the best.

Submitted: June 24, 2019

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Submitted: June 24, 2019



Nice to Meet You


I’m done with the bar scene, singles socials, dating web sites and friend fixing me up.  It has something to do with keeping my face in one piece.  I had a date with Helen, that was the name tag she was wearing for the single social last week.  She was quite interesting, popped the buttons I needed popping.  Slim, tall, wore a short skirt, filled a C cup nicely and she smiled.  Bright, cheerful sort of smile.

Nothing led me to even think that Helen had a jealous boyfriend.  Why was she at a single’s social if she had a guy at home?  Oh, yeah, maybe she was ready to dump his lazy butt and wanted someone on the hook and ready.  First clue was when we net at the Hide-away for a drink.  Bar scene with intent.  It’s not called the Hide-away for nothing.

I’m there early by five minutes or so.  Last thing I want is to be late and have Helen decide I’m a flake and leave.  I have a beer and wait at the bar, corner stool, two empties next to me.  She arrives a few minutes late, well maybe about ten or fifteen.  Right away I see that she is up tight, nervous.  

Right away she wants to move to a small table in the back corner, far from the door.  I order her a glass of White Zin, I remember that she was drinking White Zin at the social, and we head to the back corner.  She is wearing a short skirt again.  Nice legs.  I hold her chair while she scoots in and that is when I see it.  A large bruise on the inside of her upper thigh.  Her skirt covered the bruise until she sat down and almost immediately, she pulled her skirt down to hide the bruise.

I took my seat across from her and offered my beer glass in toast.  She was definitely distracted because it took a few seconds before she noticed my beer glass extended toward her.  We clinked glasses and she took a serious gulp of her wine. 

“I’m really glad you came tonight.”  I offered to get a conversation started.

“Yeah, me too.”

“How was your day?  Anything interesting?”  Always ask about the other person is one of the basic rules of conversation.

“No, nothing”

Well, that went nowhere.  What next?  Do I ask about baseball?  I opted for silence and watched Helen take another serious gulp of wine.  Maybe she needed a drink or two to get warmed up.  I had not met her until halfway through the evening at the social so she could have easily been on her second or third glass of wine.

“Would you like another glass of wine?  Maybe a bit of something to eat?”

“I am drinking pretty fast.  I should slow down.”

“I’ll be right back.”  I headed for the bar to get another beer and a glass of wine.  I watched as Helen pulled her cell phone from her purse and check for messages.  She pulled her lips into a tight line as she scrolled.  I saw a scowl wrinkle her brow as she typed a response before slipping the phone back into her purse.

“We don’t have to stay here.  There is a really good BBQ place close by if you are hungry.  There is even an Italian place about two blocks away.”

“I’m sorry.  I’ve had a really bad day.”

“I can listen as easily as I can talk.”

“Let’s just have a drink.’  She smiled that bright, cheerful smile that I remembered from the social.

We clinked glasses again and she finished her first glass of wine in a single gulp.  She pushed the empty glass toward the side of the table and pulled the new glass of wine in front of her.

“What do you like about me,” she asked as she stared intently at the glass of wine.

“Wow, put me on the spot, eh?” I took a sip of my beer.  “I find you attractive, physically.  I think that you would be an interesting person with an intriguing story, but I haven’t had the chance to learn that much about you, yet.”

“I’m a wreck.  You know that, right?”

“I can tell that you are distracted tonight.”

“Distracted?  I’m coming apart.  Pieces.”

What could I say?  I carefully took a long drink from my beer.  Helen downed half of her glass of wine, one gulp.  This was not going to be a good evening, no matter what.

“Maybe we should call it a night and try going out some other time?”  I knew that I had to get out of this situation before it became any worse.

“Look, I’m getting drunk.  I’ll buy my own wine so don’t worry about that.”  Helen waved to the waitress for another glass of wine.  “I came tonight because I wanted to see you again.”

I nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“I like you.  You are a good person.  I knew that when we first met.”


“Would you like to see me naked?”

This was going in a direction that I had never expected and fast, very fast.  I didn’t answer.  I couldn’t answer without digging myself in deeper or having to defend myself.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to strip here in this bar.”

The pregnant pause was excruciating.  I didn’t know if I should thank her for not stripping or wish we were somewhere else so she could strip.  I took a long drink from my first beer and finished it.  Hellen finished her second glass of wine. 

“My boyfriend is outside waiting for me.”


“Yeah, sort of.  I told him to get out. He hasn’t found a place yet.”

I could only exhale slowly trying my best to think of what to do next. 

“Jealous?  Your boyfriend?”

I really needed to understand what I was up against. 

“Yeah, maybe a little.  He didn’t like me telling him to get out.”

Great.  Now I’m in the middle of a spat and this can never end well for me.

“You saw my leg.  He kicked me.” 

“I am going to get up and leave”

“NO!  Don’t do that.  I really want to be here with you.”

“But you’re not with me.  You are here but with your jealous boyfriend who is waiting outside.”

Helen put on a pouty face and looked at me.  It was a trick, something to keep me here.

“It’s been really nice to meet you.” 

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