Writing Warmup for April 4
First Date Woes
The porch light was flickering.
Ditto my hopes for a vibrant social life.
Still, I knocked. Three times.
Silence. Should I have added a fourth? Or would that have been pushy? Or seem too desperate?
Should I have brought my therapist with me?
I did a full-body flinch and spun around. “Geezus!”
“I’m sorry. Did I alarm you?”
“Alarm me?! How about scare the–”
He issued a cold, blank stare.
I rolled my shoulders to release the tension. “Do you always teleport on a first date?”
To be continued…