Half Empty Glass
My palms sweating, my stomach flipped upside down, I nervously ran the brush down my long, silky, brown hair. Tonight, I have a blind date with a man, Jake Bryan, of whom my best friend, Sarah, set me up with.
It's been too long since I've been on a date and I must say, I have grown quite sick of coming home to my one bedroom apartment, cooking for only one. If only I did not feel so anxious about tonight. Though I suppose that's normal considering I have a date with someone of whom I have never met.
I slipped on my satin red dress and black heels and gazed at my reflection in the mirror before I prepared to leave. Okay Veronica, you can do this. Just act confident. Men admire women with confidence.
Concealing my bashfulness, I strutted out of my apartment with my newfound confidence and signaled a taxi. When the driver asked me where to I firmly stated, King Cole Bar. I noticed his eyes briefly scan my body obviously checking me out before he head turned back around as he started the car. I smiled. At least that told me I looked nice. My nerves eased, slightly.
Leaning against the side door, my head resting on my hand, I gazed out the window, observing the streets of New York City. I just adore the way this city lights up at night. I pulled my phone out of my purse for a moment to check the time. Almost 7:00. I should arrive just on time for my date.
The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel, which contained the bar inside. I could not believe how nice it appeared. To me, this seemed like a bit too much for a first date. Sarah told me it was Jake's idea to come hear. Either he must be incredibly wealthy or he spent a great deal of time saving up money so he could impress me, or any potential girlfriend, on the first date.
Slowly, I walked inside and went to the bar host and explained to him that I was suppose to meet someone named Jake Bryan.
"Ah, you must be Miss Veronica Stewart," he replied, his eyes surveying me head to toe. "Mr. Bryan has already arrived and reserved a table for the two of you. Follow me."
He led me to a group of small tables located across the main bar and stopped in front of one with a single glass upon, indicating that was where my mystery man sat.
As I seated myself in the chair across the glass the host left and a waiter came up to me and explained, "Mr. Bryan instructed me to inform you that he had to step out and will return momentarily. In the meantime, would you care to order a beverage?"
I suppose since my date had already started drinking it would be find if I ordered something as well. "I'll have a glass of Chardonnay, please."
The waiter nodded and walked away. I starred at the half full glass placed across the table from me in wonder. I could tell he too, was drinking white wine. I wished I had asked the waiter what kind he drank. Maybe by coincidence, we ordered the same drink and when he comes back and we discover this, we can say we were meant to be. I laughed at myself in my head. Now, I'm starting to think like a giddy, love struck, teenage girl.
A few minutes later, the waiter returned with my wine. I sipped it slowly, not wanting to have too much before my date returned. What could he possibly be doing that kept him away this long?
I let out a sigh as my eyes gazed around the bar, waiting. His half full glass seemed to stare at me from the other side of the table. As time went by, I began to feel more and more uncomfortable. I must appear pretty ridiculous, sitting alone at a table with two glasses. Trying to push the thought of what other saw when they looked at my lonely self, I pulled out my cell to check the time. Horrified, I discovered that it has been over forty-five since I arrived.
I signaled the waiter and he solemnly walked over to my table. "Yes, Madame?"
I tried to think of the best way to phrase this. "Um, my date still has not returned. Did he by any chance tell you where he went?"
He shook his head and inquired, "Shall I bring your check, Madame?"
I nodded, still confused of why my mystery date came only to consume half a glass of wine before leaving. Did he change his mind about the date? Maybe he saw me walk in and felt he was not attracted to me. Perhaps he found himself in some sort of trouble and could not return. What if something awful really did happen to him? My mind continued to spin in wonder.
The waiter brought me the bill and I paid for both our drinks before preparing to take my leave of this place. I took one final glance across the table. It seems the only memory I will have of my bind date with Jake Bryan will be a half empty glass.