Her girlfriend had arranged the meeting for her.
This would be her first blind date. Her friend had told her so much about him. It was as though she knew him already. She knew his hair colour and height, along with his place of work and the gym where he worked out. She’d been given a full rundown on his schooling, where he grew up, what sort of movies he liked, the type of books he’d read, She knew about his favourite sports and the type if car he drives, his favorite drinks, his taste in music and his hobbies. She was told about the pets he grew up with, where he’d been on holiday and where he banks. She knew about his preferred cologne, along with his views on politics, who he voted for, which charities he donates to, even his sleeping habits. She knew all this!
She was in the busy shopping centre sitting on a bench seat opposite the florist shop as arranged, when she caught sight of him. He looked even better than the photo her girlfriend had given her. She got up and stood at the end of the seat to allow the shoppers to go by. As he approached, he seemed to be smiling. As she stepped forward, he walked straight past her, off into the crowded mall.
Was he meeting someone else or did he not like the look of her?
She would never really know.