Caligynephobia
“Why?”
“For goodness sake, Jason, you’re twenty-five. You should have a girlfriend by now, and this is the only method you’re usually willing to try to get one.”
“Do I have to?”
“If you don’t want to live alone by the time you retire.”
“Fine,” Jason muttered bitterly.
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As the man in his mid-twenties walked into the restaurant and sat down at a table with his friend, a number of thoughts rushed through his head. It wouldn’t be that bad, he reassured himself. Most girls weren’t that… pretty, anyway. He turned to face Aaron. “This is a bad idea,” he murmured, sighing and scratching his head. “What if-“
“Hi there, may I take your order?” As Jason spun around in his chair, his eyes beheld a young woman, probably still in her late teens or early twenties. Her blue eyes seemed to resemble the ocean waves, and were sparkling with patience and interest. Her waist-length brown hair fell carelessly in waves upon her shoulders as she gripped a notebook in one hand; a pen was poised in the other. Most men would think she was the perfect woman; however, for Jason, this was the opposite.
“Uh-” His eyes wandered to the four corners of the room, searching for an exit. “I – I have to g-go.” He stood up, his legs shaking, and before Aaron could get a firm grip on his arm, he rushed out of the waitress’ sight. He finally managed to get out of the restaurant and onto the pavement when he ran into another woman.
“You must be Jason, right? Hey, I’m Annabel,” she greeted, her plump lips forming into a smile as she outstretched a hand. She had a completely different appearance to the waitress; her hair was blonde and straight with strawberry highlights, and her eyes were the purest shade of green. Jason stared at her for a brief moment before his body began to tremble once more. “S-sorry,” he stuttered as he turned – but was stopped in his tracks.
03-Sep-2012 22:09:21
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Lady Railly