“Can you seriously believe this?” muttered Char to herself as she finished reading yet another romance in which the guy gets the girl. It was at least the seventh novel Char had read and it always had the exact same pattern: boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, girl falls for boy - eventually - and a happy ending.
“What I would give to have a chance at love like that,” Char sighed wistfully.
Chardonnay de Blanche, known as Char to everyone, was in her opinion a normal brunette with nothing in her favor except that she had the easiest luck having tonnes of male friends around her yet she could never keep a boyfriend, or for that matter find a guy worth dating more than once.
Thinking to herself once again that she should probably quit reading such books, honestly so she was a romantic at heart - name a female out there that wasn’t one – one day these romantic novels would cause her to lose her sanity; but then wasn’t she on the verge of losing it already? Honestly speaking how many single women out there weren´t in danger of losing their mental stability after all the things they have to put up with in the dating department?
Reflecting back on the last disastrous date she had last night, Char cringed in actually relived the agony again. She had gone out to a movie and pizza with a guy that had been asking to go out with her forever. Billy, her date, had organized the whole thing or at least most of it. A romantic comedy, not a bad movie at that if one discounted: the constant grinding machine who sat next to her chomping buckets of popcorn to no end, the wailing baby and its idiotic mother sitting right in front of her and the aggravating big guy that had a bladder problem which resulted in being squashed countless times into her seat so he could get to and from the bathroom at regular intervals of ten minutes either way.
The meal after it was even worse. Pizza Hut on a Friday night could only mean one thing - awkward gangly teenagers trying to act super cool whilst consuming large quantities of pizza and soda and keeping up a constant stream of chatter at a loud level and a even higher pitch. The perfect time to choose to: 1) want to yell for all of them to shut up, 2) lose your mind, hearing or both, 3) walk right out as soon as you enter if your stomach wasn´t complaining so strongly, 4) try your hardest to ignore the little buggers and promise yourself never to have children, never ever. Lucky number four it is then; no kids and the testing the limit of her patience.
She couldn´t still figure out which part was worse; being the oldest female in the building (even the waitresses looked like they had just left junior school) or being hit on by teenage boys, flattering though it seemed at random moments it was not the best thing. That was until Billy showed his true gentleman´s manners by letting her view the array of pizza toppings offered on the pizza with every chewing movement made. Talk about an insider´s view, he looked like a cow chewing cud with his mouth open like that. Eww.. Not an experience to be repeated.
Clicking back to the present as the door bell rang - talk about saved by the bell- Char dragged herself off the sofa she had been lounging on to open the door. Leaning against the door was Patrick, Trix to his former school friends (a name he lived up to), an old-time friend of Char´s since heavens knew when. He was still grinning that wicked smile that sent millions of girl´s hearts flying out the window, their mothers thinking unholy thoughts, both of which sent brothers and fathers automatically reaching for their rifles. Truth be known there were apparently rumors around that Trix had received more than one shot fired after him as he made a hasty exit from a “girlfriends” house. Six feet of pure mischief, muscle, and impeccable taste for fashion, flirtatious manners and pure woman-magnetism were all combined to make up this gentleman. All that adding to his perfect facial guy appearance what with his Mediterranean heritage: dark chocolate hair, dark coffee eyes made up the dream guy any woman would want…..unless one was up for one-night stands, being the centre of hate emitted at you by other females in the room or being added to his long lengthy list of conquests.
Patrick Donno looked back at Chardonnay, his closest female friend who had a curvaceous figure that would rock any man´s world, brown long hair and the most mysterious dark eyes he had yet to encounter on another person. She was his advice when he needed a little council, his conscience when his failed to make an appearance, she had the wittiest humor at times yet could set a monster in his place with one sharp word. Char was his friend and that was all, though he would have liked to have her as more than a friend but that could damage their relationship if it ended badly and anyway, thought Patrick, she never showed any inclination to changing the way things were between them.
“Hello sugar. How you doing on this bright and beautiful morning? Any chance of me getting a cup of coffee, or has the kitchen closed for the day?” Patrick hinted, knowing that his chances were always high when Char´s looked she needed to let off date steam.
“Hey Trix, come on in, you know your way around. Coffee´s in the kitchen, I’ll be right there in a moment. I need to get Sushi out of my bedroom; I can hear him causing havoc already. Be right back,” Char greeted as she carried on to her bedroom to get her cat, Sushi.
As she entered the kitchen, cat in hand, Patrick automatically passed her a cup of coffee; black with sugar, just how she liked it. Char passed Sushi over to Patrick, the male her cat actually liked, who could calm him down when he was having one of his furniture wrecking moments. I´m not going to look behind my bed today, sighed Chardonnay thinking of how her destructive cat had a sense to damage only the best furniture, never touched to old cane stuff in the veranda yet the Chippendale desk received special attention until she removed it from the bedroom. Only her love for the bloody animal and his being so attentive to her moods kept her from kicking his arse every time she heard the tell-tale noises of scratching and clawing.
“Hello Sushims, how’s my man doing today?” Patrick questioned the cat just to receive a blank stare in return for his efforts. “What was it today?” he asked Char referring to the chips of wood under Sushi´s nails.
“I don’t know; don’t particularly care at this present moment. I just hope he had enough sense to stay away from my jewelry box or else he is going home with you.” She spat out, she was getting fed up of being all positive and happy-go-lucky when she was in a crappy mood.
“Oh boy, how was last night? That bad huh? Ok, hold on for a second whilst a grab a seat, my feet are killing me.” He said as he spun a kitchen chair around whilst placing Sushi on another one, and straddling the chair, “Ok, one, two, three….let it rip.”
“It´s not a joking matter, it´s not hilariously funny, nor is it something that I can write off. I mean how many more of these can I go on before I either kill the guy or shoot myself for going on yet another waste of a night? That is the third date this week and I’m on the verge of giving up on guys and maybe nurturing the thought of giving you a run for your money in the female department. Bob, Billy and Jack, have all shown me that either the male race now days have been born without manners or brains or I’m the one who is an Alien.” Chardonnay rattled on a mile per minute, until she ran out of breath.
“Ok,” drawled Patrick,”well that was a race of words…hhhmmm, let’s see, I’m not laughing, yet. So at the moment you are going through the stage of idiotic dates, it will end soon, it always does. And you are not turning Lesbian on me; I refuse to compete for women against another woman, and a friend at that.” He replied in response to her complaint, “I think I know just how to make you feel better.”
“How? You got a genie in the bottle? Cupid on speed dial? Or some super amazing male friends I have not yet met?”
“No. No and a maybe on the last one. Actually I was thinking that if you were free tonight, there is a group of us going to that cozy Italian restaurant on the corner of Fifth and Rose. No rules, no strings, just some of the old crowd plus a couple of the new guys. Maybe you could ask your fairy god mother to whip you up a cute dress that will make everyone nuts over it?” questioned Patrick grinning wickedly, knowing that Char already had a cute little number he thoroughly enjoyed seeing on her.
“What I would give to have a chance at love like that,” Char sighed wistfully.
Chardonnay de Blanche, known as Char to everyone, was in her opinion a normal brunette with nothing in her favor except that she had the easiest luck having tonnes of male friends around her yet she could never keep a boyfriend, or for that matter find a guy worth dating more than once.
Thinking to herself once again that she should probably quit reading such books, honestly so she was a romantic at heart - name a female out there that wasn’t one – one day these romantic novels would cause her to lose her sanity; but then wasn’t she on the verge of losing it already? Honestly speaking how many single women out there weren´t in danger of losing their mental stability after all the things they have to put up with in the dating department?
Reflecting back on the last disastrous date she had last night, Char cringed in actually relived the agony again. She had gone out to a movie and pizza with a guy that had been asking to go out with her forever. Billy, her date, had organized the whole thing or at least most of it. A romantic comedy, not a bad movie at that if one discounted: the constant grinding machine who sat next to her chomping buckets of popcorn to no end, the wailing baby and its idiotic mother sitting right in front of her and the aggravating big guy that had a bladder problem which resulted in being squashed countless times into her seat so he could get to and from the bathroom at regular intervals of ten minutes either way.
The meal after it was even worse. Pizza Hut on a Friday night could only mean one thing - awkward gangly teenagers trying to act super cool whilst consuming large quantities of pizza and soda and keeping up a constant stream of chatter at a loud level and a even higher pitch. The perfect time to choose to: 1) want to yell for all of them to shut up, 2) lose your mind, hearing or both, 3) walk right out as soon as you enter if your stomach wasn´t complaining so strongly, 4) try your hardest to ignore the little buggers and promise yourself never to have children, never ever. Lucky number four it is then; no kids and the testing the limit of her patience.
She couldn´t still figure out which part was worse; being the oldest female in the building (even the waitresses looked like they had just left junior school) or being hit on by teenage boys, flattering though it seemed at random moments it was not the best thing. That was until Billy showed his true gentleman´s manners by letting her view the array of pizza toppings offered on the pizza with every chewing movement made. Talk about an insider´s view, he looked like a cow chewing cud with his mouth open like that. Eww.. Not an experience to be repeated.
Clicking back to the present as the door bell rang - talk about saved by the bell- Char dragged herself off the sofa she had been lounging on to open the door. Leaning against the door was Patrick, Trix to his former school friends (a name he lived up to), an old-time friend of Char´s since heavens knew when. He was still grinning that wicked smile that sent millions of girl´s hearts flying out the window, their mothers thinking unholy thoughts, both of which sent brothers and fathers automatically reaching for their rifles. Truth be known there were apparently rumors around that Trix had received more than one shot fired after him as he made a hasty exit from a “girlfriends” house. Six feet of pure mischief, muscle, and impeccable taste for fashion, flirtatious manners and pure woman-magnetism were all combined to make up this gentleman. All that adding to his perfect facial guy appearance what with his Mediterranean heritage: dark chocolate hair, dark coffee eyes made up the dream guy any woman would want…..unless one was up for one-night stands, being the centre of hate emitted at you by other females in the room or being added to his long lengthy list of conquests.
Patrick Donno looked back at Chardonnay, his closest female friend who had a curvaceous figure that would rock any man´s world, brown long hair and the most mysterious dark eyes he had yet to encounter on another person. She was his advice when he needed a little council, his conscience when his failed to make an appearance, she had the wittiest humor at times yet could set a monster in his place with one sharp word. Char was his friend and that was all, though he would have liked to have her as more than a friend but that could damage their relationship if it ended badly and anyway, thought Patrick, she never showed any inclination to changing the way things were between them.
“Hello sugar. How you doing on this bright and beautiful morning? Any chance of me getting a cup of coffee, or has the kitchen closed for the day?” Patrick hinted, knowing that his chances were always high when Char´s looked she needed to let off date steam.
“Hey Trix, come on in, you know your way around. Coffee´s in the kitchen, I’ll be right there in a moment. I need to get Sushi out of my bedroom; I can hear him causing havoc already. Be right back,” Char greeted as she carried on to her bedroom to get her cat, Sushi.
As she entered the kitchen, cat in hand, Patrick automatically passed her a cup of coffee; black with sugar, just how she liked it. Char passed Sushi over to Patrick, the male her cat actually liked, who could calm him down when he was having one of his furniture wrecking moments. I´m not going to look behind my bed today, sighed Chardonnay thinking of how her destructive cat had a sense to damage only the best furniture, never touched to old cane stuff in the veranda yet the Chippendale desk received special attention until she removed it from the bedroom. Only her love for the bloody animal and his being so attentive to her moods kept her from kicking his arse every time she heard the tell-tale noises of scratching and clawing.
“Hello Sushims, how’s my man doing today?” Patrick questioned the cat just to receive a blank stare in return for his efforts. “What was it today?” he asked Char referring to the chips of wood under Sushi´s nails.
“I don’t know; don’t particularly care at this present moment. I just hope he had enough sense to stay away from my jewelry box or else he is going home with you.” She spat out, she was getting fed up of being all positive and happy-go-lucky when she was in a crappy mood.
“Oh boy, how was last night? That bad huh? Ok, hold on for a second whilst a grab a seat, my feet are killing me.” He said as he spun a kitchen chair around whilst placing Sushi on another one, and straddling the chair, “Ok, one, two, three….let it rip.”
“It´s not a joking matter, it´s not hilariously funny, nor is it something that I can write off. I mean how many more of these can I go on before I either kill the guy or shoot myself for going on yet another waste of a night? That is the third date this week and I’m on the verge of giving up on guys and maybe nurturing the thought of giving you a run for your money in the female department. Bob, Billy and Jack, have all shown me that either the male race now days have been born without manners or brains or I’m the one who is an Alien.” Chardonnay rattled on a mile per minute, until she ran out of breath.
“Ok,” drawled Patrick,”well that was a race of words…hhhmmm, let’s see, I’m not laughing, yet. So at the moment you are going through the stage of idiotic dates, it will end soon, it always does. And you are not turning Lesbian on me; I refuse to compete for women against another woman, and a friend at that.” He replied in response to her complaint, “I think I know just how to make you feel better.”
“How? You got a genie in the bottle? Cupid on speed dial? Or some super amazing male friends I have not yet met?”
“No. No and a maybe on the last one. Actually I was thinking that if you were free tonight, there is a group of us going to that cozy Italian restaurant on the corner of Fifth and Rose. No rules, no strings, just some of the old crowd plus a couple of the new guys. Maybe you could ask your fairy god mother to whip you up a cute dress that will make everyone nuts over it?” questioned Patrick grinning wickedly, knowing that Char already had a cute little number he thoroughly enjoyed seeing on her.
is this a short story by you?
ReplyDeleteyeah it is.... or the start of one anyway...
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