Ten Tiny Love Stories Page #5
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and has jet-black hair.
And he's grinning
like he's been watching me
making a fool of myself
and he's enjoying it.
He waves me over and to make it worse,
he's handsome.
So I convince myself not to collapse
and pull myself together.
I walk over to him,
we shake hands, and I say,
"You look nothing
like Keith Carradine.
You look more
like Dudley Moore."
He laughs out loud and...
he takes it well.
But we both know
he boned me good.
He did. He did.
And so...
after I sit down,
I realized
he didn't stand up.
It really bugs me
and I can feel myself
getting into a bad mood,
but I'm fighting it.
He smells good...
and he has beautiful hands.
I like that.
That's my favorite part
in a guy.
And then he orders drinks
for both of us.
He refrains from flirting
with the waitress.
She was flirting with him,
but I can be thankful for that.
And then he says, "So?"
And he puts both hands
on the table
and sits straight like,
"What can you do for me?"
And so, I realize
I've been talking to him
but his English is flawless
so I asked him,
"Why is your English so good?"
He explains
that his mother's Irish
and she sent him to bilingual school
in Buenos Aires.
And then, as part of
this background information,
he says to me his mother
killed herself when he was seven.
She hung herself.
And he mentioned it
just in passing.
That completely
changed everything.
Not because of the suicide,
but of how he mentioned it.
So quickly.
And I asked if he had siblings
and he said he was an only child.
Yes, he was charming
and handsome,
but he didn't...
like he wasn't
good enough.
So then,
with those date
question talk things.
And so I'm doing
most of the talking.
He was funny, okay?
But something
just snapped in me.
I got bored
and I could sense
he was feeling that,
so he became less animated,
and I switched gears,
trying to have fun,
and I thought,
"This isn't going
to work out,
but don'tjudge him,
give the guy a break."
So after dinner,
I notice
he's staring at my foot.
My legs were crossed...
so you could see my foot
at the side of the table,
and I had flat open-toed shoes.
I had my toenails painted.
And he says,
"You have big feet."
My first instinct
was to uncross my legs
and put my foot down,
but I didn't.
I just left it.
And I said, "Do I?"
He said, "They're as big as mine."
And he puts his shoe
next to my foot,
and they were nearly
the same size.
"You have big toes,
like Fred Flintstone's,"
he said.
I burst out laughing
and he just smiled.
He knew he was hurting me.
And I wanted to leave...
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