He looked like a nice guy. She hadn’t been on a date in forever. She was used to the same figure, the same body, the same kiss, the same voice. The thought of going out with someone else made her feel weird. He took her to this cozy italian restaurant that she felt was too intimate and made her feel a bit uncomfortable. But she didn’t say a thing. “Is this how dating is supposed to feel” she thought to herself. How could she know, she hadn’t done this in a while. He talked about himself, maybe too much. She pretended to listen and care but she was actually thinking more about having a next glass of wine so the situation would maybe feel less boring. “Cabernet please” she said, interrupting his words. She didn’t even say she was sorry. As he talked and talked she stared at his features. He wasn’t awful looking, his hair was way to wavy though. She was being pretty quiet for an extroverted girl. She just listened and listened. There was jazzy music on the background. The whole setting was romantic and peaceful yet she dreaded every second. An adult looking guy entered by himself and looked at her. She had a little black dress that made it impossible for guys not to notice her. But she wasn’t looking for attention. Her date continued talking and talking until she asked for a cigarette break. The night was starry and lovely. The date was boring and empty. This was what was awaiting for her in “single life”. Dates, wrong dates, weird dates. Endless nights looking for love in a strange city. A city that never sleeps. That’s why she moved out here anyway, to fall in love. She took a cab and went straight home without saying a word, that’s if you can call an overpriced one bedroom apartment home.