Short Story: Aggressively dating: Mixing Mixers

Mixing Mixers

“I can’t believe you dragged me here,” Angie said on a hushed whisper to Jamie.

Jamie shrugged completely unconcerned, she looked amazing as usual and she was getting numerous admiring glances from all the men in the bar, and there were a lot of men.

The women had all dressed up and despite what she had promised herself earlier she felt intimidated. The flirting that was going on was borderline aggressive, there was hair flicking, light touching and girly laughs sounding all around the intimately lit bar.

“It’s like –”

“A competition,” Jamie finished as she walked confidently to the bar and ordered two drinks, “two strawberry daiquiris please,” Jamie said to the bartender before turning back to Angie, “Angie darling, this is a fierce battle, there are no trophies here for participation, if you want something you need to take it by the bulls and I’m talking literally.” Jamie said laughing.

Angie gave her a look as Jamie winked.

“Why not? You are single and need I remind you a virgin,” Jamie said on a whisper.

“I know,” Angie said petulantly, “everyone keeps –”

“Shhh, remember charming, your gorgeous and amazing show it to them,” Jamie said nodding at two guys who had just walk over.

Angie felt the strange compulsion to down her drink, she felt so nervous in her short dress Sedra had picked out.

“Hey ladies,” a man with dark hair and even darker eyes said, he had an American accent and Angie had noticed that he had at one point been the focus of every women in the bar.

He was well built and exceptionally good looking, so much so that Angie wondered what he was even doing here. He was with a friend who had a slighter build but was equally as handsome but just didn’t exude the same confidence.

“Can we get you ladies a drink?” the American said.

 

Short Story: The Struggle for Perfection part 4

“I’m sorry,”
Her eyes snapped up.
“Too personal?” He said and he walked away from the door, still keeping a distance between them, as if he knew she was afraid and didn’t want to startle her, but at the same time moving away from the door.
Olivia smiled.
“I’ve broken into your apartment, your personal space and you…” She shook her head.
He smiled and looked at her and she felt a blush hit her cheeks.
“So, I should go.” She said slowly.
“And you are welcome to come back –”
“Really? Just like that?” She said taken aback by how easy going he was taking everything.
“Sure, though I don’t think you need to lose any more weight Olivia, but then I’ve always thought you looked perfect.” He said with a shrug.
He said it so casually, something so personal, so intimate, like he had known her for a while, like they always spoke like this.
Olivia blinked, not sure what to do with herself or the compliments, she looked up at him; his eyes were so brown, like deep mahogany. He saw too much and for once the news didn’t disturb her.
“Well erm, thank you.”
“For the compliment or for letting you use my place?” He said cocking his head to the side.
“Your quite forward, Isaiah.” She said and noted his surprise at her using his name.
“And you didn’t answer my question Olivia.” He said with an easy smile, everything he did seemed effortless, even his posture, his arms loosely folded one long leg kicked casually over the other.
Olivia found herself smiling.
“For both,” She said before leaving.