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“I never want to see you again.” I slammed the passenger side door. Roger sped off in his red truck, his dragging muffler sounded like a tray of silverware ground in a garbage disposal. That ended the date from hell. He took me to a cheap restaurant, we saw the budget dollar movie, and I had to pay for my own popcorn. I can understand being on a budget, truly, I get it. But then to get all handsy in a parking lot, right under a parking light! He had the nerve to get upset when I said no. I had to slap him. When he slapped me back, I elbowed him in his jewels. The complete jerk. There was a sickle moon hanging lazily in the sky and a cool autumn breeze rustled the gold and russet leaves. I walked faster to warm up. I hadn’t brought a coat since I’d expected to be driven. A gust whipped my hair across my eyes and I swept it back.
I took a deep breath and wondered at the smell of autumn, the slightly sharp tang in the crisp air. I wrapped my arms around myself.
The bright side was I stood up for myself and put an end to his assault. Unfortunately, I’m stranded after eleven in a rougher part of town on a Sunday night with nobody around. I wish I could strangle Roger’s pencil neck. I can walk off my anger; we don’t have an Uber or such in the small town of Majestic. I needed to recapture my positive vibes anyway, so a walk would do me good.
Another positive item to the evening was I didn’t spring for a new or previously owned dress for the evening. It would have been wasted on the moron, anyway. I wore my deep purple sleeveless turtleneck and black pants. It was classic and more than he deserved. My best friend, Courtney, had assured me this blind date would be different. Oh, it was different, all right, and not in a good way.
I’ve never actually had a good date, not one single good memory of a date. Tears stung my eyes. Enough negativity. I recited my mantra. I am ready for the perfect man for me. I am working on myself to be the person who will attract my perfect partner. After yet another disheartening experience, it’s all I can do to not blame it all on myself. Nope, the right man is coming to me. Yeah, okay. I may be trying to convince myself more than attracting Mr. Right into my life. I’m okay with that at the moment.
My low-heeled strappy sandals slapped against the sidewalk, an exclamation point with every step. There wasn’t any traffic, and I had a couple of miles to go. Other than my footsteps, it was quiet except for a dog barking in the auto salvage yard behind me. But I felt a presence and knew I wasn’t alone. I sped up. I was speed walking now and my heart pounded. This really wasn’t a good area. Majestic was a modest-sized town, just big enough to warrant two canines on the police force. I didn’t want to find out firsthand about the seedy side of town.
Were those footsteps behind me? I stopped abruptly. I heard a scuff, then nothing. My senses screamed run, and even though my sandals weren’t the best for it, at least they were strapped on. I grabbed hold of my purse strap to keep my purse with me. I didn’t care how it looked; I took off running for everything I was worth. My mind continued to yell, faster, faster!
One instant, it was a clear sidewalk in front of me, and the next I ran into a man who had just appeared. My mind reeled at his abrupt materialization. His eyes were strange; even in the dark, his eyes bore into mine. I took my purse and aimed for his head. He moved so fast I barely saw a blur. Next thing I knew, the guy was behind me, had pinned my arms, and was trying to give me a hickey!
Worst day ever! There just is no positive way to look at any of this night. I struggled, scratched, and kicked but was losing my energy quickly. I remember slumping to the ground. I think he was still attached to my neck. I wanted to keep fighting, but I couldn’t even stay conscious.