library?”
“Isn’t it my turn for a question?”
“Yes, of course. I just thought it was
odd.”
“What’s odd?”
“Your name and where you work. My br –
friend, also works with a woman named Allie in a library.”
I laugh. “You’re right, that’s weird. How
funny would it be if I was that same woman?”
“It’d be pretty comical. So, what do you want
to ask me first?”
Parker
“If someone wanted to film a movie about your
life, who do you think would be the best actor to play you?” Mary,
my date asks.
I rub my chin as I consider her question. She
has been asking questions nonstop since our date started. It’s nice
that she wants to get to know me, but I’d like to get to know her
too. I’m here for the next three nights. I might as well embrace
it.
Our date is going extremely well, which is
shocking, considering the environment we’re in. When they brought
us, the men, into this room, I almost turned and walked right back
out. It was pitch black. I couldn’t see a thing and not knowing how
big the room was, or how much space we had, had me starting to
panic. As we got further into our date, I relaxed, and I owe most
of that to Mary. Her voice is kind and since she hasn’t stopped
talking, I haven’t had time to think about what I was so worried
about in the first place.
I’m actually having a good time and thankful
I lost that bet. If I wasn’t here right now, I’d probably be at
home, thinking of Allie and how she doesn’t want to date me, but is
clearly attracted to me. I’ll have to ask her to explain that to me
tomorrow when I drive her home. If she lets me.
I shake the idea of Allie from my head and
focus on Mary again. Just because I can’t see her doesn’t mean she
doesn’t deserve my full attention. I’ll worry about Allie
later.
“Am I still alive?” I ask, hoping I don’t
have any movie limits.
“Does that make a difference?” She
laughs.
“Definitely, if I were alive I would pick
myself. If I’d passed away…hmmm, I think I would choose Ryan
Gosling.”
“Seriously! He’s amazing. So your life movie
would be a romance?”
”Probably, is it my turn?”
A light laugh comes from her side of the
table. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I’ve been talking this entire
time. I’m just so nervous. My husband and I decided to do this
whole thing as a way to spice up our marriage.”
“You’re married?” I ask. Why would they let
married people join?
“Is that your question? Because I’m going to
be honest. I don’t think I could answer very many personal
ones.”
“I, no, that’s not my question, but I guess
it can be.”
“I’m sorry, did I ruin your night?” Mary
asks, her voice growing soft. It’s the same tone my mom would use
on me when she knew I was upset about something. It’s a dead
giveaway about her. I guess this means I can go back to finding a
way to win Allie over. Until then, as I told myself before, I may
as well embrace this night.
“I’m not upset, but I did think of a
question. What’s your family like?”
“Oh, bless your heart that’s so sweet of
you.”
For the next hour I listened to Mary tell me
about her husband and two kids. Then she regrettably told me she
wouldn’t be coming back the next two nights. I found it to be a
relief. This way, I still have a chance to ask Allie out. They
always say the third time’s the charm.
****
“How’d your date go?” Miles asks the moment
we get into my truck.
“I was paired with a married woman,” I laugh.
“What about you?”
“I think I got paired with the same Allie you
work with.”
My neck all but snaps as I turn to look at
him. “Are you serious? What makes you think that?”
“Her name is Allie and she works in a
library.”
I rest my head against the back of my seat.
“That doesn’t mean she’s the same Allie that I work with.”
“No, but then she told me how she is working
some events this week. Then later in our date she told
“Isn’t it my turn for a question?”
“Yes, of course. I just thought it was
odd.”
“What’s odd?”
“Your name and where you work. My br –
friend, also works with a woman named Allie in a library.”
I laugh. “You’re right, that’s weird. How
funny would it be if I was that same woman?”
“It’d be pretty comical. So, what do you want
to ask me first?”
Parker
“If someone wanted to film a movie about your
life, who do you think would be the best actor to play you?” Mary,
my date asks.
I rub my chin as I consider her question. She
has been asking questions nonstop since our date started. It’s nice
that she wants to get to know me, but I’d like to get to know her
too. I’m here for the next three nights. I might as well embrace
it.
Our date is going extremely well, which is
shocking, considering the environment we’re in. When they brought
us, the men, into this room, I almost turned and walked right back
out. It was pitch black. I couldn’t see a thing and not knowing how
big the room was, or how much space we had, had me starting to
panic. As we got further into our date, I relaxed, and I owe most
of that to Mary. Her voice is kind and since she hasn’t stopped
talking, I haven’t had time to think about what I was so worried
about in the first place.
I’m actually having a good time and thankful
I lost that bet. If I wasn’t here right now, I’d probably be at
home, thinking of Allie and how she doesn’t want to date me, but is
clearly attracted to me. I’ll have to ask her to explain that to me
tomorrow when I drive her home. If she lets me.
I shake the idea of Allie from my head and
focus on Mary again. Just because I can’t see her doesn’t mean she
doesn’t deserve my full attention. I’ll worry about Allie
later.
“Am I still alive?” I ask, hoping I don’t
have any movie limits.
“Does that make a difference?” She
laughs.
“Definitely, if I were alive I would pick
myself. If I’d passed away…hmmm, I think I would choose Ryan
Gosling.”
“Seriously! He’s amazing. So your life movie
would be a romance?”
”Probably, is it my turn?”
A light laugh comes from her side of the
table. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I’ve been talking this entire
time. I’m just so nervous. My husband and I decided to do this
whole thing as a way to spice up our marriage.”
“You’re married?” I ask. Why would they let
married people join?
“Is that your question? Because I’m going to
be honest. I don’t think I could answer very many personal
ones.”
“I, no, that’s not my question, but I guess
it can be.”
“I’m sorry, did I ruin your night?” Mary
asks, her voice growing soft. It’s the same tone my mom would use
on me when she knew I was upset about something. It’s a dead
giveaway about her. I guess this means I can go back to finding a
way to win Allie over. Until then, as I told myself before, I may
as well embrace this night.
“I’m not upset, but I did think of a
question. What’s your family like?”
“Oh, bless your heart that’s so sweet of
you.”
For the next hour I listened to Mary tell me
about her husband and two kids. Then she regrettably told me she
wouldn’t be coming back the next two nights. I found it to be a
relief. This way, I still have a chance to ask Allie out. They
always say the third time’s the charm.
****
“How’d your date go?” Miles asks the moment
we get into my truck.
“I was paired with a married woman,” I laugh.
“What about you?”
“I think I got paired with the same Allie you
work with.”
My neck all but snaps as I turn to look at
him. “Are you serious? What makes you think that?”
“Her name is Allie and she works in a
library.”
I rest my head against the back of my seat.
“That doesn’t mean she’s the same Allie that I work with.”
“No, but then she told me how she is working
some events this week. Then later in our date she told
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