I sat at my vanity knowing I’d catfished this young handsome man. I powdered my cheeks in pink and put on my sleek black dress trying to hide inside of it almost. I’d done this a hundred times, maybe being myself would be better but her glass skin and curvy body seemed to draw people in and sometimes dinner is worth the effort.

I arrived at the small diner we agreed upon sitting at a window seat and faking confidence, or perhaps play it off. A gentleman around my age walked in before picking up his phone, my phone went off sortly after and I realized that was my date. I looked at my phone then back at him he was certainly not this young brunette, he was about 45 sandy haired. I waved him over he looked at his phone then back at me sizing me up aswell. He walked over sitting down.

“So.. uh, I see you also catfished me..” I sighed “yes, but you’re already here now, mind aswell have dinner.” He let out a breath looking out the window. “I suppose.” I tried making small talk but he seemed uninterested, go figure. “Miss I’m sure you’re kind and plenty pretty, but you’re certainly not my type.” My stomach hurt a little at that but I smiled and played my character, “aw, shame you thought I liked you?” He got slightly pink in the face as I called the waiter over for a glass of wine.

“Im not paying for this.” “Did I ask you to?” “Usually it’s implied.” I scoffed, “yeah well its gentleman like but you certainly are not a gentleman.” “And you look like a house wife, and not a pretty one.” I clenched my teeth hard maybe a little to hard. The waiter brought my wine and toke our orders, he bought a pork chop and I a salad. “Good thing you bought the salad looking a little heavy on the hips there.” I stood up slowly pouring my wine into his lap looking dead into his eyes. “Id like to hear you talk to your mother like that jackass.” And with that I left him cherry faced and drenched. Maybe a shitty date but it felt good.