Jasper thought he felt a spark between them.
She was definitely what he was hoping for in the looks department: Blue eyes, blond hair, dark skin, and despite the relatively heavy sweater she was wearing, he could tell that she had a nice body as well. Even better, she was proving easy to talk to. So far, their conversation had been absent of the long awkward pauses that can often make blind dates into painful experiences.
He was pleasantly surprised to learn that she was a Led Zeppelin fan. The last girl he went out with certainly wasn’t. One time he had gotten really excited because Stairway to Heaven came on the radio. She wasn’t as impressed. In fact, she thought it was Journey. Their relationship didn’t last long after that.
When the waiter brought their food to the table, he looked at his meal with both anticipation and nervousness. He had never eaten sushi before, but when she suggested this restaurant, he figured that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to try something new.
Unfortunately, after a few bites, he soon determined that it was the worst thing in the world. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was eating, but he knew that he didn’t like it. At all. He managed to swallow down a few more bites, but left the majority of the meal untouched.
Perhaps it was the mild nausea talking, but the rest of the date didn’t seem to go nearly as well. The more she talked, the more it became obvious that she was very preoccupied with her job. She kept making a point to say that she still had time for a personal life, but it certainly didn’t seem like that was the truth. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to date someone who was constantly juggling her home and work life.
He also began to observe flaws in her personal appearance. He noticed her blond hair had dark roots showing, and he suspected that her dark complexion was nothing more than a spray tan.
At the end of the night, when he helped her put her coat on, he once again felt a spark between them. But this time, he knew that it was nothing more than static electricity.
This story was written in response to a challenge by Susan of Polysyllabic Profundities. (If you recall, we have prompted each other once before) If you’d like to make your own attempt at answering this challenge, please check out her post.