One In A Billion
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the mirror seemed like a good place to rest my forehead for a while, bent over like this hair all over the place and hands gripping the edge of the scene, I must have looked like a complete mess. I told myself I was an idiot, but I already knew that the problem. Waas How to stop being one. It happened again. Another date, another loser. Another not to my already low self esteem. God, I could be so weak sometimes. When I finally pulled myself together enough to peel my forehead away, I noticed a young, wide eyed girl looking up at me. Are you drunk? She asked. No, I said wistfully. But I wish I waas I may know a way back to the table and the date. I didn't really want to be part of hoping the next time I had a chance to escape. That had the balls to grab it round the neck with both hands. Marthe smiled as I approached. He was the only person I've ever met called more, which could have been quite an interesting topic of conversation if he hadn't gone on and on about how unusual and brilliant it Waas like a complete and total **** machine. I took the liberty of ordering a bill, Maher said, which surprised me because when I left for the rest room, I was halfway through my dessert. I like to third. In fact, I like it so much. I considered a prize they give you. After getting through the main course. I've been enjoying the chocolate there cheesecake I'd ordered, which had come with both vanilla ice cream and cream indefinitely more than the date I was having. It was my one moment of pleasure and an evening otherwise devoid of it. And now the plates have been cleared and my delicious dessert had vanished. My dessert, I said feebly as I lowered myself into the chair. They clear the plates, Mart said, wiping what looked like a smudge of chocolate from around his mouth. I tried to look at his napkin, but he folded it too quickly into his hand. That ******* order panna cotta and I knew for a fact it hadn't come with chocolate. I was halfway through that, I said in disbelief. It's no just saying something, and somebody might bring it back. Mark clear to start loudly. Instruct his shoulders. I thought you had enough already, he said. And not already. But how does he mean by that? Right, I said, too tired to argue. I shouldn't have left it with him, Really The way you've been, I am not. My risotto after he devoured his own huge plate of pasta, should've been a clue and knocked to his capabilities. At least he hadn't finished my wine. I made sure I knocked that back quickly, half a large glass, just in case. He thought I didn't want that, either. Thirsty, he said, mocking way when I put the empty glass back on the table. Yes, I said dramatically and white the back of my hand across my mouth. When the bill came, Martha initially insisted on paying for what he'd eaten and then agreed on my suggestion of just splitting the bill equally after he'd worked out that it would be cheaper for him to do it that way. Instead, it's quite early where it said outside the restaurant, when that awkward silence after a date kicks in, and neither person knows the other well enough to dare to tell them what they really want to do. Or maybe that's just me