Amazingly, here's the first non-Pooh entry already!!
And it's darn good!!
If the writer wants to supply me with a title, I'll add it.
(edit: Just added a title - hope it's OK)2 Internet Dating
I was late. He minded. We sat at our table.
God, I hate online dating. You could get a bronzed god or a pale skinny weirdo. Unlucky this time - fascinating eyes though.
“You’re not going to order any garlic, are you?” he asked.
“It’s our first date, I’m only having garlic if you are too!” I tittered flirtingly.
He stared at his cutlery. “Is this real silver?”
“I don’t know, it’s a posh restaurant, so probably.”
We ordered steak, mine medium, his rare. I had some wine.
He walked me home.
Can’t remember anything after that.
First dates suck.