Type of Short Story: Short Story
Summary: When Kristen's best friend Judy insists on fixing her up with an endless series of terminal losers, Kristen extracts a promise from her friend that tonight will the last, the very last blind date she goes on. And she is sticking to that promise, until she meets Bill. Is Bill another big check mark in the No Way, No How column, or could he really be - the one?
“Then it’ll be Jack the mailman, who’s 70 if he’s a day, or that meter reader with B.O. and terminal halitosis.” Judy declared. She searched my closet, shuffling through the hangers with the expertise of a casino card dealer. “Where’s that sexy black dress that makes you look like a million bucks?”
“Jude. I’m not going. Besides, I burned my black dress after the last blind date you sent me on.”
“Oh, come on, he wasn’t that bad! And this one is it, I can feel it in my bones.”
As if she hadn’t said that about the last ten guys she’d sicced on me. There was more rattling as she moved deeper into the closet.
“Whaddya mean, ‘wasn’t that bad’,” I said, trying futilely to restore order as Hurricane Judy bulldozed through my clothes. “My dress had drool stains on it. That’s where it is - at the cleaner’s.” I crossed my fingers and prayed this was true. No way was I going out with any more of Judy’s “sure things”.
She turned, triumphant, the dress pristine in dry cleaner plastic dangling from her hand. My spirits sank.
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