V is for Virgin in Virginia #atozchallenge

I don’t know what’s with writing today. This too could become something longer (and wanted to). Argh.



Another One Bites the Dust (or Got Milk?)

“That’s the last blind date I set you up on,” Dave tells Cara. “Zeb is a nice guy. What was wrong with him? In your oh-so-humble opinion.”

Cara rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry. He did seem kind of nice. But I swear to god you could grow tomato plants in that plaque he had on his teeth. I could smell that he doesn’t floss.”

Dave winces. “There are toothbrushes and dentists.”

“And there’s knowing on a first date that a guy is going to take more care than I have time for. Someone out there will love him for who he is. Probably a gardener.”

“You’re too picky.”

Shrugging, Cara places her latest batch of brownies in front of him. “I call these Kahlua Rocky Road. Tell me what you think.”

Dave takes a bite, his face an unreadable mask, but this Cara expects. He takes another one and nods. “Okay. The rest are mine for you shooting down Zeb.”

Cara grins. “So that means you like them?”

“Maybe even enough to forgive you for hating all my friends.”

She hands him a napkin. “Personal hygiene is a good thing.”

“You sound like a parody of Martha Stewart.”

Cara laughs. “And that’s bad how? You got brownies.”



Sascha Darlington 4/25/2018

7 thoughts on “V is for Virgin in Virginia #atozchallenge

      1. As defining as that is, it’s the truth. I didn’t want to believe that, but took a psychology course and by the end I realized it was true. You watch people and their responses and you see it clearly.

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