Chapter 2: Date Night
1215 Words
Red.
An emotionally intense color.
It brings hope, determination, and strength.
It emphasizes intimacy and shares a hint of pain.
Red.
The color of blood, shyness, and love.
Blood. The aftermath of cuts, bruises, and pain.
Shyness. The emotion caused by insecurities and neglected love, and judgments.
Love. Everyone wants it. Not everyone appreciates it.
Love causes happiness. It brings positivity. It makes us smile.
Then red enters the relationship. Toxicity, pain, hurt, and abandonment.
When will we find love so bright and beautiful, the red will succumb to the force of passion within us?
July 21, 2021
4:30 pm
Houston, TX
Myra, Amira, and I were seated on my burgundy colored furniture. Myra and Amira were giving me pep talks while I stared at the Almond solid walls. "His name is Sean, he's 26 years old, and he's taking me on a date at 7:30 pm. I got it!" I said in exhaustion and annoyance.
We have been talking about the date for 2 hours straight, and I am developing a minor migraine from hearing the same thing repeatedly. They brought a fitted, khaki jumpsuit with black heels to wear on my date. I hate it, it makes me look like a zookeeper.
I could've brought an outfit from my clothing store but I'd hate to be rude. They put so much time and effort into this date preparations, I can't complain. I sat on the chair with my hands on my head as I watched Amira and Myra look at each other skeptically.
"We just want to make sure you're fully prepared since it's your first date," Amira said wiping fake tears from her clean, stainless face. My friends are so extra and overprotective. "Point of clarification, this is not my first date-" Before I could finish my point, Myra cut me off, "Stephen does not count. He tried to take strands of your hair to make a clone, which is stupid!" Myra stated with a look of disgust on her face. Amira nodded her head in agreement as she said, "And weird," I sighed heavily in defeat.
My friends know too much about me to the point where I can't even justify why I don't want to go on this date. I've made all kinds of excuses but they always seem to have a backup plan. I'm not a quitter so, I attempted to protest my purpose of staying home until I was yanked from the couch and dragged to the bathroom.
I know these lunatics are not getting me ready for my date right now. "Guys, it's only 4:30, why am I getting ready now? I have three hours until my 'date', " The shocked looks on their face gave me anxiety. "Girl, we have an agenda for you and we want to make you look sexy as hell." They held so much pride and joy when they voice their excitement for me and my potential love life. They are more excited for me than I am for myself.
"Alright, I trust you guys! Let's do this," I watched as they squealed in excitement. This is going to be a long night.
July 21, 2021
7:20 pm
Houston, TX
Amira and Myra did an amazing job grooming me for my date. After a 20 minute homemade photoshoot, I am seated next to the front door waiting for my date, Sean, to pick me up. My phone dinged and it was a direct message from Bumble. "Who was it?!" They both said in anticipation.
I opened my direct messages to see a message from Sean.
"It's Sean! Let's see what he says." I said confidently while I was freaking out internally.
Sean
Hey beautiful, I can't wait to see you tonight! I'm almost there.
Sent 7:22pm
Before I could reply to his message, Amira snatched the phone out of my hand and started typing. "What are you doing?!" I shouted in aggravation. "Helping you!" Amira shouted back. I watched as she typed a message that made my jaw drop.
Mariana
Great, I can't wait to finally meet your sexy ass...
I quickly grabbed my phone from her grip and deleted the message.
Mariana
Great! I can't wait to finally meet you.
Sent 7:25
As soon as I sent the message, there was a knock at the door. We all stopped and looked at each other until there was a second knock at the door. We began to run into the living room to retrieve my purse and before I went to the door I said, "I love you guys, and thank you." A smile planted on their faces as they hugged me. "Don't worry girl, we have 3 more to go!" Amira said goofily.
I chuckled nervously as I began to make my way towards the door. I opened the door slowly to see a tall, dark chocolate male standing before me. "Hello beautiful, how are you?" His voice held a deep, seductive tone, it made me quiver in arousal. I didn't realize I've was staring at him intensely until I felt a slight push from behind me. I looked behind me to see my front door closed and my friends are gone. I turned around to be faced with the beautiful specimen called a man but he has the cockiest smirk on his face.
"Are you ready to go?" I said regularly, facepalming myself in my thoughts. We walked to the car and I expected him to open the door for me but he walked straight to the driver's side. I didn't want to address too early so, I decided to ignore it.
The ride to the restaurant is very awkward and silent. I am over this date before it even began. We finally reached the restaurant and I've never felt as disappointed as I am now. "So, I got dressed formally for you to bring me to Burger King?" I said with disbelief. "Formally? You have on a cheap-ass outfit that doesn't match and you should be grateful I brought you here!" He shouted in anger.
Here we go. "Cheap-ass outfit? You know what, f**k you! You're broke, dry, and you're a clown!" I shouted as I climbed out of the car and slammed the door roughly. I walked near a bus stop and called Myra. "Myra! You won't believe what happened! I need you to pick me up ASAP." I gave her the address and waited patiently for her to pick me up.
This was one of the things I feared, being degraded as a woman. I just want to find love and to be ridiculed and taken as a joke is heartbreaking. It makes me want to give up on love. I'm tired of experiencing red energy. I want a bright and happy feeling to take over my body. I have 3 more dates to go and I want to feel optimistic but gloominess overtakes my emotions.
When will I find love so bright and beautiful, the red will succumb to the force of passion within me?
~My Perfect Love Story~
- Writer
