Page 3 of Accidental Blind Date

“Ah. Boyfriend, I’m sure.”

“No,” she says, and I look up at her again. “Sounds like a first date. A blind date.”

“A blind date? Jesus. Why do people willingly do that? It’s like closing your eyes and biting into assorted chocolate. What if it’s maple?”

“Some people like maple,” she says.

“Not normal people. Not people you should trust on a blind date.”

The bartender, who I finally read the name tag of, Madeline, laughs at my dark humor. “She said they met on a dating app and decided to go out.”

“God that’s even worse. How is it a blind date then?”

“I guess his profile pic was a bit allusive?”

“So, she’s getting catfished,” I shake my head, looking back over at her.

Poor girl.

She’s just sitting there, cute as can be with her perfectly curled hair and dress the color of sunshine and if I had to guess, Mystery Man is going to be a raincloud.

What men on those apps aren’t?

“She said he looked attractive from what she could see. Tall, blonde, brooding. Kind of like you, except for the hair! And hopefully in a better mood.”

I shoot her a look.

She’s not wrong.

But that still doesn’t change the fact that I have a feeling this girl is in for a dud of a night.

I’m half tempted to pay for her drink.

A little pre-apology on behalf of the all assholes in the world for what’s to come.

“I wouldn’t put too much thought into it,” she says. “The girl also said they both made it very clear they aren’t looking for anything serious.”

That actually does shock me. “You mean…it’s a hook up?” I ask and Madeline gives me a half shrug. “Sounds like it. But youknow what? Good for her. Girls gotta get their kicks too, you know?”

With that she walks off with a drink, leaving me tobroodover the idea of it.

I’m not a one-night kind of guy, despite Kai’s efforts to convert me into that.

But I also have no intention of falling in love again.

Not after what happened…

I glance over at her again, watching as she gingerly sips her drink and I can’t help my mind wandering a little.

Blame it on the bourbon.

The thought of this girl, who looks very much like a good girl (no suggestive pun intended…at least not directly…) meeting a man on a dating app for a one-night stand is somewhat unsettling to me.

But also…strangely erotic.

I can’t help but wonder what her profile looked like. What it revealed about her. What kinds of photos she posted.

“She’s a nice girl,” Madeline cuts in and I snap my attention away from the girl, clearing my throat.