I am glad I let my friend Francesca set me up with this guy, I mean the guy is gorgeous, he looks like a model from one of those expensive magazines. He is just sitting in front of me. And I think I just forgot my name.
Did I take a shower before coming here? Yes, I think I did. God..! Just looking at him makes my head spin.
I can do this. Yes, I will seduce him with my charismatic personality. I am giving him my best smile when I hear an annoying pitchy voice.
“Stop fooling yourself, honey” the annoying pitchy voice is saying.
When I look down at my plate, I realize, to my horror, that a small round meatball has just spoken to me.
I need to lay down. I think I’m having a breakdown.
“You are not having a breakdown” repeats another meatball.
“Elizabeth….are you ok?” asks my gorgeous date.
I reply the best I can, and I start rolling the spaghetti onto my fork.
“You know?….I wasn’t so sure about this date, but I am glad I agreed to it” he says with a killing smile, I freeze but I try to reply with coherence.
And the spaghetti takes the opportunity to jump back into the plate.
“It is cold,” it (the spaghetti) says when I was about to tell it off. But as I am too dazzled by my date, I decide not to pay much attention to the cheeky fugitive spaghetti.
I’ll get it later, though.
He (my date) reaches for my hand, lifting it to his lips, and my heart skips a beat.
I think I am in love.
“Elizabeth….” He says my name
“Yes…” I reply making plans for our wedding already.
“I hope you don’t mind….” he says
“Yes..” I reply again encouragingly
“I hope you don’t mind….but I forgot my wallet..” He says sheepishly.
Needless to say that I heard laughter coming not only from my plate but from all over the restaurant.
“Told you, honey,” says the small round meatball laughing at me.
I take my fork, and I stab it (the meatball) so hard that I almost brake the plate.
“Ahhh…..” the meatball screams.
And I eat it in one mouthful.
That’ll show them. I might be having a rubbish date, but the food won’t be showing me up.