Blind Dates

By @katherinehood
Blind Dates

Blind dates are awkward for everyone. No one really likes them. And this guy could never really stick the end of them. (Just a note, this story will be edited at some point so the story might change a bit at some points. Photo by Alex on Unsplash)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I tapped my fingers on the table as I continued to stare at the door. She was supposed to be here nine minutes ago. I have to say, personally I had never had much luck on blind dates—they never ended well. My first one, my date got food poisoning and threw up in my lap. On my most recent blind date, I accidentally used the table cloth instead of my napkin, so I spilled her food all over her. I guess you could say that right now I was a mess.

After I changed my position for the fourth time, a girl entered the restaurant, craning her neck–obviously looking for someone. She wore a black dress, matching sandals and a red bracelet. She turned to me as she made her way to the table. Apparently this was my date. She wasn’t hot or anything, but more of a homely look to her. Her eyes were hiding behind her red glasses.

“Hi,” she stuck her hand down to me, “I’m Olive.”

I shook it gently, “Felix.”

She sat down quietly, “So then, shall we order?”

It turned out to actually be a pleasant date. We talked about our lives and jobs. We did discover of the many small-talks we had that we both shared a common interest–we both loved murder mysteries. She said she loved solving them ahead of time and would see if she ended up being right. I always loved the chase of it, the hunt of it. It always gave me a rush of adrenaline. It made me feel alive.

“This has been a really great date,” I started. It became a little harder to breathe as she leaned forward a little. “So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come by my place and watch a movie at some point.”

Her smile faded and she sighed.

“Listen, Felix, it’s been fun but, uh, I don’t think that’ll work out.” She pulled her glasses off to clean them. Her eyes were a pale, dull green. She kept talking and making up excuses for why she couldn’t date me, much less see me again. I zoned out after a little and just thought of how this will be another name to cross off the list.

“I hope you understand.”

“Yeah, yeah, totally.”

Olive looked up and gave a small half-smile, “That’s great that you understand.”

I smiled back, “I really appreciate your honesty. It makes things a whole lot easier.”

She plucked her wallet out of her purse. “Well since I dropped this on you, I may as well pay for my half of the dinner.” I gently took her wallet and put it back in her purse, shaking my head in the process. “Are you sure?” She asked.

“Yeah, I got it,” I said right as the waiter came with the bill. I figured I should pay for our last meal together.

I decided to walk Olive out to her car. Besides, she mentioned earlier that it wasn’t a very well-lit or busy place so I wanted to walk her there so she got to her car.

“Thanks so much for walking me out to my car. You didn’t have to do this.” Olive flicked a stray hair back behind her ear.

“It was no trouble at all.”

She spun around toward me, “And I did have a good time tonight, it just wasn’t the best timing for me.”

“Well, I wanted to make sure your last night wasn’t a complete waste.”

The last expression on her face was priceless as I drove the knife in my gloved hand into her chest, over and over again, ripping and shredding until her shrieks silenced. I snatched her keys from her purse and opened her trunk, sliding her body over to it.

But what can I say? I never had much luck on blind dates–they never ended well.

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