“What?"
“Never mind. I have to get ready. So do you."
“Just dinner?" I ask again. We could use the two-grand since it will secure rent for next month when my job goes south … again. “Just so you know, I should spend the night looking for a new job. I shouldn't be out on a date."
“Two-grand is a guarantee. Finding a job tonight is not. Come on. You're a smart cookie."
“I hate you."
“I hate you too," she says, walking by and slaps my ass.
All I want to do is crawlinto my bed, watch Lifetime, and searchfor new job postings.This guy better be worth it, but she's not showing me his picture, which means, there's something she's leaving out. No one pays that much moneyto go out on a blind date. I'll take a lucky guess that this guy is allergic to soap and deodorant, or something worse.
I'm not changing my clothes. I'll go professional tonight because this is a business deal. Zero f’s given here. I will eat dinner, come home and be in bed by ten, latest.
I close myself into my room and plop down on my bed to look up this Nick Lane guy. I don't know if he's on Facebook, but I need to see what I'm about to face tonight.
There are five Nick Lanes in the area, so I click on the first image which cannot be the man I'm going out with tonight. This Nick Lane looks about sixty and is in the picture with a woman who must be his wife. Plus there arelittle kids—their grandchildren, I assume—around them. He doesn't look like he's out for a good time. The second Nick Lane has a profile picture of a marijuana leaf, so I'll assume this isn't him since he's looking for a non-smoker.
The third image is of a kid who can't be older than seventeen. Layla better have a freaking age checking mechanism on her website.
The fourth Nick Lane is a picture of—I twist my head to the side, trying to make out what I'm seeing. It's a dog's mouth or—dear God. Please be a dog's mouth. I click off of it and go to the last image, the one that's blacked out.Awesome. Okay … still no clue. My stomach is already twisting and turning with pain. I am so against blind dates. I can't do them—I have stranger-social-anxiety, and people with anxiety should never go on a blind date.
It's the worst activity in the world.
