There's music playing. It's soft, and quiet enough that I wonder if I'm imagining it. A sad melody wafting through the air that seems like it would be great to cry to. I tense up, and then brush it off as I prepare for my date.
Well, it's not a date per se. I'm meeting someone for dinner who, If I'm being honest, I despise. I just don't like the way she makes me feel. Like I'm always competing or like I always have something to prove to her. But we've been friends for a long time, and it's too late now to address my feelings with her. It's simply been going on too long. Years of her making me feel this way, and I've just grown to accept it. I'll meet her for dinner, spend a few hours with her, and then I'll be out of there.
She makes me nervous. I don't know how she does it, but she can make things that are normally so average just, I don't know, terrifying? Is that the word? Like this dinner for instance. We're going someplace I've never been, and I can already feel myself getting worried about where I'm going to find parking. Will the restaurant have options of food I can eat? I don't want to cause a scene or seem picky.
I'm getting dressed, but what should I wear? Anything too fancy and she'll make a comment about it, but if I dress down she'll also have something to say. I pick an outfit that I've worn many times before, it's fool proof and I feel comfortable in it. One less thing to worry about.
I hear the music start to fade. I'm feeling a little better now. There's really nothing to worry about, it's just dinner. It will be over soon. I grab my keys and head for my car.
When I finally arrive at the restaurant I can see that she hasn't arrived yet. I grab a seat at the bar for the two of us and fiddle with my phone to make myself appear busy. I order a sparkling water and wait.Read More