Worst Date Ever!

As soon as I walked into the restaurant ,where Marc had told me to meet him, I saw him sitting right there having a cocktail and walked over to his table, then sat down across from him. You couldn't miss him. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen or met!

I always preferred sitting across from my dates, easier to talk with them than sitting side-by-side.

"Hi," I said with a smile, as I looked around for a waiter or waitress, while also putting my handbag on the floor beside my leg.

"Hi," Marc said, taking another sip of his cocktail. Not smiling at me, more like checking me out all over again.

We had met at a nightclub in New York City where I had gone dancing with girlfriends from work. Marc and I talked the whole night long rather than me dancing like I normally would. My girlfriends had smiled and teased me about his interest in me, that he sat there all night talking with me and only me! Yet never once tried to make any kind of sexual moves on me. I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad sign... don't all men only want one thing when they meet a woman at a nightclub? I thought to myself.

So far this date seemed promising ... which was a relief from most dates I had gone on where I didn't know the guy! Before I began working in Manhattan, I had only dated guys from my hometown or high school. Now I was dating a lot of men I met at work or at nightclubs, seeing where it lead me. Whether it would lead to marriage and kids, only God knew.

"You know I liked you from the moment I saw you at that club with your friends," he began, now smiling at me.

"Same here..." I said, noncommitally. Then I finally looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I hope you know this is just a 'date', nothing more?"

"Well...I was hoping maybe it'll turn into something more," he frowned.

"First we have to get to know one another, Marc. Because I really do not know much about you in spite of us talking that night."

"There's not much to know about me...I'm interested in you, and, yes, I would love to take you to bed..."

"Stop right there..." I began, beginning to get up from my seat and grabbing my handbag.

"Sit down, I was only joking..." he said, laughing.

"I sure hope so! I'm not an easy woman."