"Turntables in Her Eyes... It's like a bad movie. She's looking through me." They were another Infamous match on Tinder. Great conversation, thought-provoking banter, and maturity-- he was older by a decade or so. He drove an hour and a half just to meet her, but he did not meet her expectations... he'll never know to what degree. She made polite conversation, but her body language was bold 12 point font. She even dozed off during their movie, to which he sternly suggested she stand up and "walk around." Sorry, what? Walk around her own house to wake up to be present in a date that she's not feeling?! ""I should actually go to sleep. It's 12:30 and I work tomorrow." That was the only response she could say without sounding like a complete and utter bitch. He wasn't really picking up on any of her non-verval behaviors. She was about as subtle as a giraffe, wanting to hit her head on the ceiling copious times until she learned her lesson for inviting guys to her house she has never met or seen a full-body picture of. Slumping to the door, she beckoned him with her eyes. Moving from the couch, he managed to say, "Okay... Well, you were worth it. Will you walk me my car?" They descended the medal staircase, screaming lawsuit, and crossed the parking lot. Before he could plant a kiss, she hugged him quickly and pulled away as if afraid to catch a cold or sickness he was carrying. He smiled and mentioned something about an official date, which she smiled politely knowing the reality of such a request. She walked back to her apartment with a brisk walk and slowed the conversation from there. Tables were turned on him....almost flipped. Like the Girl Scout Cookie Box pushed to the back of the pantry, this one needs some TLC: |
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