First Fiction

My very first date with Preston was at the theatre to see "Pulp Fiction." He had been lobbying for this date in major ways. He made a sign that read "Will Work for Heidi" and stood on my road waiting for me to pass him on my way to work. 

I stayed home sick and never saw him.

Then he called and we arranged the date. I picked the movie. Because, of course.

Then, we're there. And THAT scene starts. He leans over and quietly asks "do you want to leave?" He's soooooo uncomfortable. Because, of course. I tell him "Oh no. I want to see this."

It's still going. He asks again. I pat his arm. "I'm fine." He's not fine.

The movie ends. I loved it. He's a wreck. Thinks he broke any chance with me.

He never had a chance. I was still in love with someone else. Because, of course.

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