Blind Date_(2)

Lisa was going on a blind date. All she knew about the guy was that he was English, and older than she was. She was a little apprehensive, and yet quite excited at the same time. Lisa had never had a date with an older guy before, and as the time grew nearer, the butterflies were dancing around in her stomach.
At Eight o’clock, Lisa arrived at the Sands hotel. The dinner date wasn’t until 8:30, but she couldn’t wait to see Michael for the first time, hoping to get a glimpse of him as he walked in. She sat at the bar, watching as many eligible middle aged men entered the room. Michael also arrived early and sat in the lounge facing the entrance of the hotel looking for out for a young girl with a nervous expression on her face.

Almost an hour past, Michael decided she wasn’t coming and went to the bar to get a drink. Everyone else in the room seemed to be paired off, except himself and Lisa, who was sitting at the far end of the bar. Across the room, their eyes met, and he threw her a smile, which she returned.
“I hate drinking alone,” he said, “Can I buy you one.”
Lisa nodded politely and smiled again.
“Looks like I’ve been stood up again,” he said, dully. “I was suppose to have met someone on a blind date, but she probably took one look at me and legged it.”
Lisa was about to tell him she was his date, but the words never left her lips.
“Would you like to join me for dinner?” he asked. “I hate eating alone too!”
“Sounds like you hate doing anything alone.” Lisa smiled.
“Yeah, story of my life. I even have lone sex, nowadays.” He laughed nervously, then blushed when realizing the implications of his last comment.
“I’m not really hungry, but I wouldn’t mind a stroll along the beach,” said Lisa.

Lisa and Michael walked along the shore line.