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Ancipation

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This story is inspired by http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ - picture as above:

As I gaze out of the window, I can see the hustle of shoppers going into retail giants such as Primark, Marks and Spencer's or Debenham's. Its a mad rush for the best bargain, as I sit in this quiet haven of a coffee shop waiting for Lisa to arrive.

I have no idea what she looks like, I tried one of those dating sights Plenty of Fish and we got chatting, she didn't seem to mind that I had tattoo's on my arm and the number 9 3/4.  We seemed to hit it off, as she liked museums and didn't jump to the conclusion that my taste was automatically be heavy rock as my ex- girlfriend seems to constantly think.

Its 2 o'clock in the afternoon, in my favourite coffee bar Mad hatter's tea bar, I just love the quirky name and it's simplicity and I felt that a first meeting in this place would'n't be pushing it too much. I didn't want to make her feel nervous or that I was some of weirdo, as my sister Katherine constantly tell's me on how to ease back into dating.

She should be here soon, we said 2 o'clock and I am here on time. There are so many people outside and rushing around what if she saw me and legged it? I wore my best t-shirt for this first date so she better not stand me up. Its been a while since I have dated over two years since I broke up with Maria who was pushy over us getting married and setting down. I wasn't ready for it and would have asked her in my own time if she hadn't of forced it too much.

Its two thirty now, I don't think she is showing up to this date, as I look outside the window there is no one coming towards the direction of the cafe. I feel disappointed, she could have texted me or said that she wasn't interested. I had been chatting with her for a couple of weeks before arranging the meet up. I suppose its back to the drawing board of the crazy world of dating back for me. I look at the people outside and wonder where is this person that I am meant to be with and I wonder what they will look like as I sit alone in the cafe.




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