complications of amor

THE SUPPOSED MEETING

Have you ever felt like murdering someone, but you know you can’t? This is how I felt on this date with this bratty b***h. She had zero manners, no class, and was rude as fu*k. I was miserable and bored as hell during this whole supposed date. Until she popped up. * stay tuned to find out who *

Because I am punctual, I reached the café on time only for her to show up 20 minutes later. I got pissed watching her catwalk towards me in her body-hugging dress with a golden lace design. Don’t get me wrong, she looked stunning but the gum-chewing just threw me off. When she came to join me, I felt so utterly disgusted.

???: you are Jacob, right?

Jay: yes.

???: I am…….* I cut her short *

Jay: not interested, * points at the chair * sit down

???: * scoff * how rude, aren’t you going to pull out my

chair for me like a proper gentleman?

Jay: sit down or walk away. I don’t care but I’m not going

to pull out the chair for you.

???: * sits down * you are so lucky you got the looks

otherwise I would’ve walked away.

Jay: well I’ll take that as misfortune because I was

hoping you would walk away. I didn’t even wanna

be here, but my stupid computer set up this date for

me.

???: * scoff * whatever, well you are stuck with me, so I

guess we have got to make the best of it.

Jay: ok, amuse me.

*she starts blabbering s**t and I almost die of boredom, then finally the waitress arrived asking for our orders. She looked so angelic and had a model-like structure.

Waitress: Can I take your order?

I didn’t reply ‘cause I was mesmerized by her beauty. She eventually caught me staring and started blushing*, to ruin the moment, bubble gum bi**h said,

Bubble gum bi**h: um….. Hello, why are you staring at

her like that? And you waitress, why

are you blushing?

Waitress: oh, I’m sorry. Can I take your order?

Bgb: yeah, I’ll have a lobster with the butter and a side

bowl of caviar, with a tall glass of the

most vintage wine you have.

Jay: are you the one paying for all of that?

Bgb: ahhh, of course not, aren’t you the one paying?

Jay: oh hell no, if you're ordering like that, then best you pay

for yourself.

Waitress: um…, excuse me, um… is everything ok?

Jay: can you kindly tell her the amount of money that all

costs because I’m not paying for that.

* then I wink at the waitress *

Waitress: * giggles behind the tray * sure sir, calculating

the expenses. It costs about two thousand

dollars.

Bgb: WHAT!? I can’t believe how cheap you are, to

imagine you are wearing limited edition clothes and

a Richard Millie and you are this cheap? Wow, it

must be counterfeit. I can’t believe I fell for your

tricks, I should’ve known no rich a*s can

handle all this.

Jay: fu*k y’all gold-digging bitches, sit your a*s down and shut the fu*k up. I’ve had enough

of you * stands up, chucks five thousand dollars in her face, and leaves *

Bgb: * speechless, scoffs * bratty, son of a bi**h.

I tossed money in her face, left the café and got into my navy blue Rolls-Royce, where my driver was waiting for me. I got home, freshened up, and as I was chilling in my hot tub, I then started to think of the horrible date. While doing so, I then thought of her, the waitress who I had seen at the café during my “date”.