Page 8 of Perfect Date
“Because.”
“You’re going to need to give me a better reason that just, ‘because’.”
“Think of it like…” She pauses and scrunches her nose as if it helps her think. “You don’t just buy the first pair of glasses you try on, do you?”
“I don’t know, I don’t wear glasses,” I answer dryly.
“Ha. Ha. You know what I mean. Sunglasses then. Or jeans. Or…” she looks around the room as she thinks as if the answer will jump out at her. “A car.”
“A car?”
“Yes!” She exclaims. “You drive it before you buy it don’t you?”
“We’re talking about dating, about relationships. With people of the opposite sex. Dating. And not marriage.”
“It still applies.”
“How? Because I’m just not sure this was a good idea. I’m not up for more of this.”
“Oh please, you can’t give up just because one test drive, one date didn’t go well. The fact is, you may have several that don’t go well, don’t fit or even are disasters. And really, what’s the chance that another will go bad? I mean, it has to get better from here, right? You need to change your mindset.”
“Says the girl who isn’t even dating at the moment.”
“I’ve dated more than you, I’m just taking a break. Besides, I’ve lived here longer. I’ve dated a lot of people in Mason Creek - I just need a break.”
“Whatever. Sounds like an excuse to me.”
“We aren’t talking about me,” she redirects. “You should at least commit to three.
“Not yet convinced. Sorry,” I shrug, but my mind is already saying she may make some sense. “Change my mindset. Commit to three? You’re saying three dates?”
“Exactly. Maybe even four, five, six.”
I scoff at that, “Oh gosh, six different men?”
“What’s the big deal? Look at it as the old cliché. You may need to kiss some frogs before you find your prince.”
“Prince? At this point I’ll settle for just a bit of normalcy… or at least a man who doesn’t collect and play with toys.”
She smiles, “All I’m saying is, it won’t really matter how many frogs you end up kissing once you get to Mr. right, will it? Let me answer that for you. No. You won’t care.”
“I guess. You know, he didn’t even get to three strikes before it was a complete dumpster fire.”
“Strikes? I thought you went to dinner.”
“We did,” I confirm confused. I thought I told her this.
“Then what do you mean strikes? Did you go bowling after?”
“What? No. Strikes, as in three strikes and you’re out.”
“I don’t know anything about football,” Kimberly states matter of fact.
“Oh my god, it’s baseball and forget it,” I laugh.
“Oh, and about the beauty product of the week,” she begins and she has my full attention. She loves trying out the weirdest products and it’s highly amusing. A few times she’s had some pretty gnarly allergic reactions, you’d think she’d stop, but nope. “Have you heard of snail repair cream?”
“Did you saysnail?”
