Speed Dating London - At the Single Mingle by Kelly Robert

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“So did I get a tick,” I ask Bridget.

“You’ll know tomorrow.”

“Perhaps I can’t stand the suspense”

“Suspense is good for the soul.”

“Well it’s just that when we were, I don’t know what you’d say, in our session, I didn’t think that we got on.” Christ I must be drunk, being this honest.

“I think you worry about things too much.” Well yes I do, it’s what you’d call a defining characteristic.

“Come on matey, let’s go and have some fun.” Josh has his arm round my shoulder again. I wonder does Josh perhaps like me, as much as I like him. Perhaps getting what you want is as easy as just asking for it? Probably not, but sitting around like I’ve been, enjoying my self pity won’t solve anything either and stripey shirts aren’t all that expensive.

The four of us leave together bound for the bright lights of another bar. I’m drunk, and I’m happy.

“Who knows what tomorrow brings” I start singing.

“Oh cut that out, you know you have a voice like a strangulated cat.” Thanks Josh.

“I promise not to sing as long as you buy the drinks.”

“Fair compromise.”

“Well I’d been hoping you’d do requests,” and Bridget slips her arm around mine. Who knows what tomorrow brings indeed. This could be the start of something, or this could be the thing all by itself. At the moment I don’t care, the night is still laden with possibilities and I should leave it at that.

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