Her first date

I - I'm a bit nervous...it's my first time..

He - Could you be any more melodramatic?

A short laugh shared, and some layers of the icy tension are shredded. Am still not entirely comfortable being here... in this not-so-elegant restro-bar with this not-so-cool seeming guy. Yes, a guy I'm meeting for the first time.

As the cigarette between my fingers dies and cries, I ponder if backtracking would be sensible... safer? With each falling flake, I drown further into this confusion.

Some part of my brain is politely exchanging small talk with him, some is busy screening the people nearby hunting for a known face; the rest of my brain is still debating.

The worst case scenario from the worst possible outcome results in me committing suicide, the best possible outcome is having a great orgasm.... Life is all about tough decision making 'eh.

He - So where do we do this? You wanna go back to my...

I - No.

He - Okayyy... Yours?

I - No.

He - Then what? How?

Am too busy evaluating him, his expressions, his answers; to actually reply. Searching for something on his face, I stop at his chin.

The answer had been infront of me all this time...

How could I have been so foolish! So naive... So ignorant!

I - You always keep a beard?

He - Yea... mostly. Am a beard guy...

I - It's really well shaped

He - Yea, a very tedious task.

I - You trimmed it today? Before coming?

He - Haha, yea. Just for meeting you.

I - But it's November!

He - So?

I - He who shaves for a woman, deserves neither.