Without You
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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when you're 26 heartbroken people tend to pity you when you've been alone for a year and have no hopeful prospects in sight. People want to take action to help you. So my mom decided last month to act on this fear. One night she called and informed me she set me up on a blind date. Violet, come on. It'll be great. You can't mope around these books and coffee beans forever. You're turning into a crazy cat lady already, she replied to my immediate No, owning a single cat does not make one a crazy cat lady. Mom. Oh, you know what I mean. No, I don't. I replied matter of factly by it's not healthy. You need to get back out there. So do this for me. Please think of it this way. At least you'll get a free dinner. When did Mom become such a proponent of love? When did she decide men were in fact worth it at all? And when did it become such a priority to find me one? Nonetheless, the offer of free dinner helped make it easier to give in. So I agreed to go on a blind date to the Pasta Palace with a friend of one of my mom's cousin's friend's older brothers. Yeah, sounds promising. I know. Three milliseconds into the date, I tugged on my turquoise dress, anxiously tapping my ballet flats together, hoping like Dorothy, I could magically be transported home or to the local dump or to ****, anywhere but a date with sweaty, bald, creepy Chuck. As soon as I could scarf down my chicken Parmesan and make a decently sound excuse to leave early, my black cat Bob had a cough, and I better get home to check on him. I made a faster getaway than a bank robber and vowed two things. One I would kill or at least strangle my mother. Two. I would never, ever, ever go on another blind date ever.