The Date

It started well. Ben left home a little late, somewhat apathetic about the date. A girl had handed her number over at the small bar on the river and he didn't really know how to approach this. He acted grateful but resented the idea of having to make contact. Ben was a shy person who had just escaped a relationship and did not want to be ensnared again. But women had that effect on Ben; they appeared amazing and engaging to the point he found the prospect of a relationship inevitable. But the change comes, facades fall away, only brutal truth remains. Boring truth to be honest.

It was this inevitable decline that Ben feared. He would much rather find a loose women, have a good night, and leave. But whilst this seems to occur much in film  it was not in Ben's experience.  Ben resented the clingyness that accompanied sex. He resented the assumption that more was coming.

Indeed, Ben's only recollection of string free sex occurred with a girl he was completely smitten with, and who, despite his numerous advances, never again acquiesced. Such is the nature of the female.

And so Ben found himself on a date with a girl he knew nothing about. She was nice, not especially pretty. A judgmental soul would call her appearance plain. This did not phase Ben. He had not had sex for a while and it was nice to just sit and talk to a female, with the prospect of sex on the table.

But alas it was soon revealed she lived with her parents. Ben's house was a pigsty so taking her home was out of the question. He really needed to clean his house. Tomorrow perhaps.

And so the date was a failure: promises of ‘doing this again’ were made but never carried out. Such is life.