First Date Nerves

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

I love this place. The contrasting chrome and plastic. The shiny faux-leather seats. Huh, they’ve got a new bubble gum machine. This is my fried food-smelling world. I need to get a table.
Oh my God, she’s here already, on the high stool at the counter. She’s beautiful.
She’s smiling. Perfect teeth.
Suddenly, I ‘m Charlie Chaplin with blisters, my feet too big and the toes pointing at ten to two.
Oh God, how do I get from here to her?
Act cool, don’t mess it up. Ouch, the corner of that table hurts.
Deep breaths, you can do this.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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37 thoughts on “First Date Nerves

  1. I love the Charlie Chaplin metaphor. Mine would be even more slapstick–like one of the Three Stooges. The teeth are an important factor too. You don’t want to get into a serious relationship and discover your new love requires extenstive dental work. Good one, Mick.

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  2. Oh, if I had a nickle for every time my self talk included the line, “Deep breaths, you can do this,” I wouldn’t need to work for the rest of my life. Excellent description of the scene. Maybe they met online. Maybe it was a fix up. There’s more to this story, for sure. Nicely done, Sir.

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  3. This is really funny and probably resonates with many remembering a first date. I loved the line ‘Suddenly, I ‘m Charlie Chaplin with blisters, my feet too big and the toes pointing at ten to two.’ You illustrate his awkwardness perfectly.

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  4. That is so sweet and really takes me back. She’s probably as nervous as him underneath but has found sanctuary already on the high stool. Perhaps if she had arrived after him, that walk across the room would have been just as painful for her!

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