The Masked Dancer

I could be a better boyfriend than him. Why won’t you give me a chance? I’d love you like no other, no one could understand you like I do No one would touch you like I do, no one has fantasized being with you more than me. We’ve known each other for years and you still chose him. Even though he’s my best friend. Why? Why not me? I wouldn’t dump you in a bar in front of everyone. I could do so much more than he ever could. I would do so much more to you than him. I can be everything you need. I’d never leave you alone in a bar. The universe must have designed us for each other.

Andy_Williamms · LGBT+

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Blind date

Blind dates are the worst. You going in expecting a cheesy love story and come out regretting putting in an attempt. You lay your heart out to watch it get crushed and suddenly the sweaty palms, high-pitched voice, the connection you felt when you first agreed to the date is none existent.

I know i agreed to go on a date with this girl but it's honestly because Jared is making me go.

We had been talking for a while now and I kinda liked her. Reason being, well, for one, she is drop dead gorgeous. Period. That's enough reason for her to totally stand me up. I'm not superstitious I know there's no way a girl as amazing as her would actually like me but it's taunting because she's just my type. Hell, she could probably be a catfish because there's no way somebody like her is real. From her perfectly sculpted nose bridge and jawline to her plump lips that are so red they look like cherries, and that's before makeup. Can you believe she doesn't wear makeup.

The girl has perfect proportions unlike me, who is her direct opposite, literally,she's a technically perfect contemporary dancer with golden blonde hair dyed pink at the tips and I'm just a lesbian wannabe Stella Maxwell with black hair and no other special qualities other than my strange infatuation with black leather jackets.

I've been waiting at Kenny's-the place we were supposed to meet up-for about 20mins now.

"She's not coming". I mutter, I should have foreseen this in the first 10 minutes I was waiting. I can't believe I waited so long for nothing. A familiar yet strange mix of emotions wash over me with equal parts shame, anger and a little regret that I don't get to see the angel-like girl from the profile picture in real life. But it isn't the first time I've been stood up. I'll get over it, eventually. As I get up from my seat tired of telling the waiters I'm waiting for someone who is clearly not coming, I see this girl with a familiar messy blonde hair style stagger into the diner. She looks lost and out of place but in a cute-I-woke-up-this-good-looking-kinda-way. I stop frozen as she glances up to look me dead in the eye.

We hold eye contact for what feels like eternity until she finally peels her gaze away and lazily looks at her phone. My heart skips a beat as I struggle to recall how I know her. Those lips, the hair—oh my stars. It's her. I honestly didn't think she'd show up but she's actually here and I spent the first 5mins of the date staring at her face. Damn I'm screwed.

She struts gracefully towards my table and drops a large duffel bag at the side of her chair and sits down on the well cushioned chair opposite me. With A smile that illuminated the entire room, a smile so bright that made my heart stop in its tracks so fast it hurt

"You must be Robin, I'm Valentine. Hear I thought I was early."

To be continued

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