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- Author: Brynne Asher
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“I HAVE ROADSIDE service. They’re on their way. Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.
I look up from my phone where I’m standing in the ditch with my heels
sinking into the dirt. They’re no Manolo’s, but I did drop a few hundred
bucks on them back when I was a lobbyist. That was a lifetime ago, but
they’re timeless and fancier than what I wear to work these days. When my
bossy older sister, Stephie, came over this afternoon, she dug through my
closet and unearthed them. I certainly didn’t plan on wading through a ditch
on my first date in forever. I’m not sure it can get any worse.
Plus, I hit my head on the passenger window when sweater-vest man
swerved from his tire blowing out. I feel a bump forming on my temple. I
should’ve known this whole thing was a bad idea.
If I weren’t in heels, a white blouse, and my favorite jeans, I’d change the
flat myself. I don’t know how to change a tire, but YouTube has become my
right-hand man. I’ve learned how to do all kinds of things from that site.
When one lives by herself in a ninety-two-year-old farmhouse with two
kids, twelve goats, three barn cats, two dogs, and a donkey—there’s a lot of
shit to fix. I’m becoming a rock star at you-tubing life’s problems away. It’s
how I roll these days.
And what kind of man doesn’t know how to change a tire?
Stan, of course. He’s the kind of man who picks up his date at five o’clock
instead of making reservations.
Like the idiot Stan’s turning out to be, he’s standing in front of his car that’s
barely pulled to the side of the two-lane road we’re stranded on. There are
no shoulders out here in the country—where the road ends, the ditch begins.
I’m not standing in front of his car with others whizzing past us faster than
necessary. I have two kids at home who need me. Getting run over on the
way home from the worst date ever will not be the way I go. I’ll stand in the
ditch all night if I have to.
I look up from my phone and don’t even try to smile. I quit fake-smiling
around a quarter ‘til seven when Stan asked if I wanted to go back to his
place for a drink and to watch Netflix.
I mean, really. It’s been dog-years since I’ve graced the dating scene, but I
know what watching Netflix means—not to mention it’s ridiculously cliché.
That’s when I told him the truth. I don’t watch TV—Netflix or otherwise—
and I especially wouldn’t be watching it with him.
Tired of faking it, I asked him to take me home. We were on our way when
he hit a hole in the road, blew out a tire, and swerved to hell and back. That
was when I bumped my head on the door window.
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