Seasons and Seashells by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Anthologies, Collections & Anthologies, Short Stories, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 1481274864
Publisher: Petit Fours and Hot Tamales
Published: 2012-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Last First Date – Pam Asberry

Copyright © 2012 Pam Asberry

Sometimes you have to give up on love before it can find you.

It was the worst date of my entire life.

The tires of his pearly white Lexus convertible squeal as he backs out of my suburban Atlanta driveway and speeds away down the street. I want to scrub that new-car smell off my skin and out of my hair. Yes, I need a shower.

I shut the door and step out of the metallic silver high-heeled sandals I splurged on, just for tonight. Stupid, stupid. Buying silly shoes I don’t need and can’t afford to impress an oversexed jerk I’m never going to see again. I turn the lock and trudge up the stairs to my bedroom.

I pull the black silk knit dress off my shoulders and let it shimmy to the floor. I reach behind my back, unfasten my Victoria’s Secret push-up bra, swing it over my head, let it go and watch it fly across the room. My date would have enjoyed seeing that, I am guessing. Finally, I peel off my Spanx—I don’t care what they say, it’s not much of an improvement over the girdles of my grandmother’s generation—and toss it ceremoniously into the wastebasket next to my desk. I am done with trying to be things I am not. Young. Flat-bellied. Busty.

A yes-girl.

Normally, I wouldn’t let a guy come to my house and pick me up for a first date. But this wasn’t exactly a stranger. He was a friend of a friend—well, a friend of a friend’s husband—and he came very highly recommended. And he sounded so nice on the phone. So when he invited me out to dinner and told me he would pick me up at seven, it seemed perfectly safe. Goes to show that things aren’t always what they seem.

I step into the bathroom, turn on the water, and wait for it to warm. Rocking back and forth, heel to toe, I review the evening. Where did I go wrong? Dinner was lovely. So was dancing afterwards. I thought we might really be onto something. But then there was the scene in the driveway, starting with what I thought was just a sweet goodnight kiss. The next thing I knew, his hands were all over me and thank God my next-door neighbor suddenly flipped on her porch light and stepped outside with her dog. I was out of that car before my date could blink twice. Hot tears sting my eyes as I remember the names he flung at me as I ran up the front porch steps.

I refuse to give in to them. He simply isn’t worth it. Instead, I step into the stall and let the warm water splash over my face. I squeeze a generous dollop of honeysuckle-scented body wash onto my pink scrubba-doo and focus on how soft it feels and how good it smells. I shampoo and condition my hair—for the second time that night—then stand under the showerhead until my skin is soggy and wrinkled and the hot water begins to run out.

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