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"I can't believe I'm here having a drink with you," I said to her as she sipped her white wine, her eyes never leaving mine.
"And why's that?" she retorted.
I sniggered.
I didn't need to answer, she already knew it. Two years had been now, and I'd never actually said the words "Will you go out with me?". I'd said stuff along the lines of "You wannna grab a drink some time, maybe?" She'd even agreed... But they never happened. Why hadn't they happened?
Old memories, still as fresh as they had seemed when they were first in action would flood back from time to time. There were those memories that made me smile, others that made me put a hand to head "Did I really do that?" I'd ask myself.
Yet here I was, a cigar in one hand, a glass of Chardonnay in the other; opposite me the most beautiful girl (Bianca Willis) in the world. I could die happy.
"I'm gonna nip to the toilet" she said.
Minutes passed. Faces glanced by every now and again. The barman came to collect an empty glass from my table at some point. Ten minutes had gone. That woman went in the bathroom, after she did, I know she did.
"I'm back", she said, at long last, sitting back opposite me. It wasn't her. It can't have been. No, that's right. I never did manage to go out with her, did I. Ofcourse I couldn't believe I was here having a drink with her. I was now sat opposite my old cooking teacher from secondary school. The one who called me "A useless dollop of nothing on the face of my food!" she shouted suddenly. Food? Did we even order? This was going to be a night I'd rather forget and probabaly regret the following day. So I downed my drink, which had no become a Fizzing Apocalypse. They make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer.
I did regret it the next day. The date had actually happened, and Bianca was furious. That was a good Apocaloypse, though. Did I mention they make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer?
"And why's that?" she retorted.
I sniggered.
I didn't need to answer, she already knew it. Two years had been now, and I'd never actually said the words "Will you go out with me?". I'd said stuff along the lines of "You wannna grab a drink some time, maybe?" She'd even agreed... But they never happened. Why hadn't they happened?
Old memories, still as fresh as they had seemed when they were first in action would flood back from time to time. There were those memories that made me smile, others that made me put a hand to head "Did I really do that?" I'd ask myself.
Yet here I was, a cigar in one hand, a glass of Chardonnay in the other; opposite me the most beautiful girl (Bianca Willis) in the world. I could die happy.
"I'm gonna nip to the toilet" she said.
Minutes passed. Faces glanced by every now and again. The barman came to collect an empty glass from my table at some point. Ten minutes had gone. That woman went in the bathroom, after she did, I know she did.
"I'm back", she said, at long last, sitting back opposite me. It wasn't her. It can't have been. No, that's right. I never did manage to go out with her, did I. Ofcourse I couldn't believe I was here having a drink with her. I was now sat opposite my old cooking teacher from secondary school. The one who called me "A useless dollop of nothing on the face of my food!" she shouted suddenly. Food? Did we even order? This was going to be a night I'd rather forget and probabaly regret the following day. So I downed my drink, which had no become a Fizzing Apocalypse. They make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer.
I did regret it the next day. The date had actually happened, and Bianca was furious. That was a good Apocaloypse, though. Did I mention they make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer?
It confused me too. It wasn't going too badly, wondered when the apocalypse was coming, then it weirded out on me!
Intriguing, then surreal. I'm not sure I understood what was going on towards the end. Was Bianca the cooking teacher?
I got bored :(
Kind of imploded there at the end. Or was that the point...(?)
"I can't believe I'm here having a drink with you," I said to her as she sipped her white wine, her eyes never leaving mine.
"And why's that?" she retorted.
I sniggered.
I didn't need to answer, she already knew it. Two years had been now, and I'd never actually said the words "Will you go out with me?". I'd said stuff along the lines of "You wannna grab a drink some time, maybe?" She'd even agreed... But they never happened. Why hadn't they happened?
Old memories, still as fresh as they had seemed when they were first in action would flood back from time to time. There were those memories that made me smile, others that made me put a hand to head "Did I really do that?" I'd ask myself.
Yet here I was, a cigar in one hand, a glass of Chardonnay in the other; opposite me the most beautiful girl (Bianca Willis) in the world. I could die happy.
"I'm gonna nip to the toilet" she said.
Minutes passed. Faces glanced by every now and again. The barman came to collect an empty glass from my table at some point. Ten minutes had gone. That woman went in the bathroom, after she did, I know she did.
"I'm back", she said, at long last, sitting back opposite me. It wasn't her. It can't have been. No, that's right. I never did manage to go out with her, did I. Ofcourse I couldn't believe I was here having a drink with her. I was now sat opposite my old cooking teacher from secondary school. The one who called me "A useless dollop of nothing on the face of my food!" she shouted suddenly. Food? Did we even order? This was going to be a night I'd rather forget and probabaly regret the following day. So I downed my drink, which had no become a Fizzing Apocalypse. They make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer.
I did regret it the next day. The date had actually happened, and Bianca was furious. That was a good Apocaloypse, though. Did I mention they make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer?
"And why's that?" she retorted.
I sniggered.
I didn't need to answer, she already knew it. Two years had been now, and I'd never actually said the words "Will you go out with me?". I'd said stuff along the lines of "You wannna grab a drink some time, maybe?" She'd even agreed... But they never happened. Why hadn't they happened?
Old memories, still as fresh as they had seemed when they were first in action would flood back from time to time. There were those memories that made me smile, others that made me put a hand to head "Did I really do that?" I'd ask myself.
Yet here I was, a cigar in one hand, a glass of Chardonnay in the other; opposite me the most beautiful girl (Bianca Willis) in the world. I could die happy.
"I'm gonna nip to the toilet" she said.
Minutes passed. Faces glanced by every now and again. The barman came to collect an empty glass from my table at some point. Ten minutes had gone. That woman went in the bathroom, after she did, I know she did.
"I'm back", she said, at long last, sitting back opposite me. It wasn't her. It can't have been. No, that's right. I never did manage to go out with her, did I. Ofcourse I couldn't believe I was here having a drink with her. I was now sat opposite my old cooking teacher from secondary school. The one who called me "A useless dollop of nothing on the face of my food!" she shouted suddenly. Food? Did we even order? This was going to be a night I'd rather forget and probabaly regret the following day. So I downed my drink, which had no become a Fizzing Apocalypse. They make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer.
I did regret it the next day. The date had actually happened, and Bianca was furious. That was a good Apocaloypse, though. Did I mention they make a good Fizzing Apocalypse at the Smiling Lawyer?