The Drought (The hilarious laugh-out loud comedy about dating disasters!) by Steven Scaffardi

Author:Steven Scaffardi
Language: eng
Format: epub
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I stepped out of Tooting Broadway tube station clutching a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio. I only say nice because it cost me a tenner; all wine tastes the same to me.

I’d printed out a map from the internet to direct me to Grace’s flat on Henry Doulton Drive. My phone battery was nearly dead so quickly sent Grace a text to say I was on my way.

“Hi, Dan,” Grace greeted me at her door 15 minutes later. I handed her the bottle of wine. “Oooh, this looks like a good one.”

“You look fantastic,” I gave myself a mental pat on the back for remembering to compliment her. And she did look fantastic in dark jeans and a midriff-revealing top.

“Come in,” she said. Her flat was very girly with lots of pink and white. There was a candlelit dining table in the middle of her living room, while Usher played in the background. And I could see the bedroom!

“This is a really nice place,” I said. It was evident once the small talk was out of the way that if this night went any further we needed to talk about that night.

“Look, I’m really sorry for how I behaved when we first went out,” I said as sincere as possible.

“I should apologise,” Grace said. “I kept making you drink to get you to dance. It was my fault really.”

“Why don’t we agree to draw a line under that night and start again?” I proposed.

“Deal. I’ll drink to that.” Grace went into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine. “Dinner will be ready in about five minutes. I hope you like spaghetti bolognaise.”

“Sounds great.” Okay, so far so good. I was even starting to feel quite calm and collected. Grace walked back over and handed me a glass of wine, and we made a toast to a fresh start.

A fresh start. It was exactly what I needed. It was a poignant moment for me. There was a connection between us; I could feel it. It started at the bottom of my feet, and then started to wrap itself around my ankles. And purr?

“Smokey!” Grace said picking up her pet cat. “I think he likes you.” I couldn’t help but wonder if Smokey had seen the news as well. I gave him a look as if to tell him not to get any funny ideas – I wasn’t into boys. Or cats.

“Sit down and I’ll get dinner ready.”

I did as I was told and took my place at the table. Grace brought over two plates of mince beef and spaghetti pasta with a delicious aroma from the home-made tomato sauce. “It smells great,” I said.

We eased into conversation. Grace told me how she had nearly text me on a number of occasions but was worried I might not reply. She laughed so hard when I told her about my brush with the law as the gay rights campaigner that I thought she was going to fall off her chair. We finished dinner and the conversation moved over to the sofa.

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