Liza laughed. It had been too long since she’d had a good time. She scrutinized Brad as he talked, trying to find something about him that she found attractive. Nothing. She wished that she could hijack him and bring him to work, or implant him as a brother or cousin in her nonexistent family. He’d taken her on a stereotypical date, complete with flowers and candlelit dinner. Most women would have loved it. Liza would have preferred a bar that served food, or some neighborhood dive restaurant. She was dying for a cigarette, but anymore people looked at you like you were a crack addict if you smoked. There were a lot of people out even though it was a little chilly. She wasn’t in the mood for all the dirty looks.
They were walking around Adams Square. Liza had resisted, but he was on a mission to make this some romantic movie date. She figured that she would humor him before cutting the night short. They were just finishing up their first circuit when Liza pulled out her phone. “Oh, it’s almost ten!” Liza feigned surprise. “I should be getting home.”
He knew that she was blowing him off, she could tell. “Ok…I had a good time tonight.”
“Me too.” She meant it. They looked at each other for a minute. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but the blow off was there.
“Goodnight, Liza,” said Brad. He opened his arms and took a step toward her. Panic washed over Liza. She wasn’t afraid of him. She was afraid that he would try to kiss her. He was getting closer. She told herself to just hug him and be done with it. Give him a quick kiss on the cheek. But, just like when she had tried to pierce her own ears as a kid, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Liza leaned toward him while he was still a couple of feet away. She planned on hugging him at least, she really did, but she ended up kind of patting him on the shoulders. Nice.
“Goodnight. Thank you,” she said. She walked away without looking back. Liza decided to block him on the dating website where they had met as soon as she got home.