First Date

“So I’ve got I Know What You Did Last Summer and Titanic; which will it be?”  he asked.  She could tell he was leaning towards the first one.  As long as he was there, she really didn’t care.

“Why don’t you pick?” she offered.

“Well, my roommate said the first one’s really good.  If you don’t mind…”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said.

“Great!  See you then.”

He hung up.  She couldn’t wait.

David was the first guy she had actually been interested in since coming out to school.  He sat three seats in front of her in their food science class.  She loved his easy smile and his sun-blonde hair.  He was a nice guy.  A good guy.  She could tell.

She showered.  Picked her favorite dress.  Spent extra time on her hair and makeup.  Was sure to wear the perfume he had said he liked.

She showed up right at eight, not wanting to seem too eager, but not wanting to miss one moment of their time together.

The movie started.  He sat next to her on the couch.  Close.  His leg almost touching hers.  She could feel the warmth of his body.  Would he hold her hand?  Kiss her?  The anticipation was almost too much.

About halfway through the movie, there was a knock at the door.  “I’ll get it,” said a roommate, bounding down the stairs.

“Well this is a surprise!” the roommate said a moment later.

“I know,” said a bubbly voice.  “I wanted to surprise him.”

“Oh, you have,” said the roommate, chuckling.

Rachel?!?!” David exclaimed, rising from the couch.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” she said, running across the room, flinging herself into his arms.

Baby???

“Gwen, this is Rachel,” he offered sheepishly.  “Rachel, Gwen.”

But Gwen decided not to stick around for awkward explanations or seating arrangements.  She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

She had never felt so cheap.

And really couldn’t believe she had watched Jennifer Love Hewitt for this guy.

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