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| {{Greentext|>In pauses between mouthfuls, we start talking | | {{Greentext| |
| >start to learn a bit more about her
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| >learn she’s a foodie (likes complex and artistic foods and flavors)
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| >learn about her hometown (small town girl)
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| >learn she has a favorite color?
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| >learn she wasn’t always blind
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| >...she suddenly looks sad
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| >quickly change the subject
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| >to... me...
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| >ohshitniggawhatareyoudoing.jpg
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| >try NOT to be a loser for once
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| >tell her about my MBA... DON’T tell her it took 3 years to complete a 1-2 year degree
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| >tell her about my job... DON’T tell her I basically babysit “working” teenagers for a living
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| >Tell her about my childhood... DON’T tell her about dead parents
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| >as a last ditch, tell her about my uncle... DON’T FUCKING TELL HER ABOUT DEAD PARENTS!
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| >conversation feels good
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| >partway into the meal, she flails out and grabs my arm
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| >tells me she’s really enjoying herself
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| >Suddenly feel like crying again
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| >...the fuck is wrong with me?!
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| >Before I know it, it’s time to go
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| >she holds out her credit card for the waiter to take
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| >quietly swap cards for mine
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| >I’m not making a blind girl pay for my dinner
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| >Besides, I know she only came as an apology
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| >waiter returns a minute later and hands me my card
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| >quietly have him hand hers back
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| >I sign and tip on the receipt
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| >waiter has her sign the customer copy
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| >I expect her to bail and catch a ride any second to go home
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| >Instead she asks me to lead her out
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| >waiting awkwardly in the parking lot
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| >expect someone to swing around to pick her up
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| >...aany second now
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| >...she asks if I forgot where I parked
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| >realize I’m her ride hometown
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| >remember the back seat of my car is filled with garbage
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| >...probably smelly garbage
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| >...remember blind people have heightened sense of smell
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| {{Greentext|>I help jessica into my car | | {{Greentext| |
| >I’m so nervous, I drop my keys ...TWICE
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| >get in, start crappy car, and start driving
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| >hot girl in car
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| >replaying date in my head, wondering how badly did I fuck this up?
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| >completely distracted
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| >go on autopilot
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| >wind up driving home to uncles house
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| >Turn car around, apologize
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| >remember Jessica is blind
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| >...explain I went on autopilot and drove to the wrong house
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| >drive away
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| >try to make small talk
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| >start talking about family ...about my DEAD FREAKING PARENTS!!!
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| >autopilot car across town to my work-place ...FUCK!
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| >apologize again ...then explain how I accdentally drove to work
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| >killme.now
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| >...realize I have no fucking clue where she lives
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| >I’ve literally been driving for thirty minutes without a destination
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| >ask her for her address
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| >go to put address in phone’s gps ...my battery’s dead
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| >ask her for directions ...immediately regret asking a blind person for directions
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| >Ask if I can borrow her phone ...she hands me a flip phone ...immediately regret asking a BLIND PERSON to borrow their PHONE!!!
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| >by this point Jessica is stifling a laugh so hard it’s leaking out of her phenomenal ass.
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| >break down laughing
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| >we laugh for a solid ten minutes
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| >Jessica finally calls a friend for help
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| >Her friend winds up giving us directions over the phone
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| >We laugh all the way back to her apartment
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| >feeling much better by the time we get there
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| >feeling good enough about things to walk her up
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| >she takes my arm and I escort her up her steps
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| >strange pause outside
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| >out of nowhere, she tells me she knows I paid ...HOW?!?
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| >she wont tell me
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| >instead she puts her hand out and touches my arm
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| >works her hand up my arm and touches my face
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| >wonder if she’s trying to “see” me ...nope
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| >once she finds my face, she stands up on her toes and gives me a little kiss on my cheek
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| >Tells me she had fun
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| >tells me not to make my uncle call next time
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| >enters her house
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| >I just stand there completely befuddled
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| >...there’s a next time?
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