He sat in the car out the front of her house, with the engine running
for quite a long time before he balled up the courage to knock on her
door. The awkward stroll from the car to the front door was a blur, he
didn’t even know how he was able to get his motor skills to go in
motion, it was all pure instinct.
Knock Knock.
*muffled shouting*
A young womans voice yelled out from inside.
"Just one minute", she called out.
He was baffled. This was meant to be an older woman, but the voice sounded much younger!
His first reaction was to flee, he went to turn around and pretend he was never there, when suddenly the door opened.
"Where do’ya think you’re going?" There was that voice again, it
sounded so young and free, but the confusion still ran inside his mind,
this is meant to be an older woman, maybe it’s her daughter?
He was frozen with his back to her. Did he turn around and take the
step or did he run away like he did with every other date so far…
He remembered the correspondence that had led them to this date. The
fact his daughter had forced him to go online to set up a profile, the
failure of so many dates before this one. He really was lonely and if
anything it would be nice just to go out to dinner and have a nice red
wine. He pushed the butterflies in his stomach aside and decided to turn
around.
As he turned, he faced the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. How
does he even begin to describe her without being in complete awe. This
was a man who was very seldom speechless, but finding words to come out,
even just a hello was miles away. His tongue twisted and he attempted
to force something out before he looked like a complete lunatic.
"Hiya I’m George", he said, not even remotely nervous, somehow. Must
have been all of the business meetings and public speaking come into
use.
"Were you about to run away? I’m sorry I’m younger than you thought!
Sorry if it’s a bit deceptive but I wanted to meet someone a bit older, I
have never had much luck with men my own age, I’m not as young as I
look, I am 31 and I am very successful with my own business, I am really
sorry if you don’t want to go out anymore, I know you might be feeling
uneasy now.", the young lady hurriedly babbled a tirade of excuses and
apologies.
"Slow down young lady, I was considering leaving, only by confusion,
but I would love to take you out to dinner if you’d accept?", he had no
idea where that came from, inside he was a nervous wreck, but outside he
was a tall, proud and well spoken gentleman.
”Can I give you a lift or will we take separate cars?”, he gestured to his Mercedes parked out the front of her house.
"I’d love to drive with you if that’s allright, sir.."
He interrupted her, “None of that sir nonsense please, just call me George, or if you want to my nickname at work is Ollie.”
The young lady giggled nervously, “Ollie it is!, I’m..”, she went to say
her name before Ollie interrupted cautiously, “Ava is it?”, he wanted to
sound like he cared, like he had made the effort in not forgetting her
name, like so many before her.
Ava responded with a beaming smile, “Yes Ava, after my grandmother.”
