I’m sorry to my followers, all 8 of you, or at least that’s how many hits I had today.

This week has just been horrible for my writing.  Work decided to take over my life this week.  I know that’s no excuse, but wanted to post this, my first chapter, or part of it anyway.   I’m already behind, but I’m hoping I can put enough time this weekend to catch up.

Thanks for your patience and support.  Specially to my daily visitor.  You know who you are. ILY.

Chapter 1

Oh my god, she plucked all of her eyebrows off.  Michael thought, as he sat down with his date with Amanda.  After a few weeks of talking through email and passing the dreaded first phone conversation he finally won a real date.  I’m not so sure I really “won” anything.  She actually looks like an attractive girl.  But painted eyebrows he would never get over that.

How come I didn’t notice that before? He wondered as his mind flashed back to the pictures from her online profile.  He has been in his shared of bad dates, but he thought he was getting better.  Obviously there were some parts he needed to freshen up.  All he could think was of the picture taken at her work, it showed her face and body type, but it was from a few feet away and she did a nice job of painting her eyebrows in that one.  But now up close the natural look of them was long gone, and if he paid enough close attention he could actually see the red bumps left from all the plucking.  He felt some shivers down his spine.  He suppress his goosebumps so that she didn’t notice or at least didn’t react it to them.

Why do women do this to themselves??!!!! Couldn’t help but wondered.  As his mind started too wondered off t run adrift for a few moments.  Thinking of his upcoming 29^th birthday and what his friends might do to surprise him.  Spending the date with Felicia wasn’t a possibility anymore, at least something good came out of their break up.  With his family back in the West Coast, he had to depend on his girlfriend (now ex) for family.  Problem was that he never got along with them.  He never really thought too much of it, he didn’t plan on spending time with them and they seem pretty happy with keeping him at arm’s length too.  Except on birthdays, they would gather and make him feel part of the family, in a way that never felt quite so inviting.

Now with his new found freedom Michael thought about the possibility of having a simple nice birthday party with friends there.  Celebrate with a few bottles of wine and beer, going over to a friends house, he wouldn’t offer his, since he knew he would have to do all the cleaning later on and he wasn’t up to that task, and dance the night away with all the ladies of his life.  Specially if she showed up.  Which the way his life was going, it definitely meant she would be there.   Damn it Michael, pay attention here.   Maybe something can be save here.  She does have a nice body after all.

He tried his best throughout dinner to laugh at the right moments and ask all the right questions.   Conversation was constant, but not natural, at some point he felt like an FBI agent asking questions and hoping for a crack on the case.  He knew this date was going to end with a hug and one “I’ll call you soon” before the entrée was delivered to the table.  At this point his only question was who was going to be the one to say it.  She seems amicable enough that she might say it, but he thought of himself as a gentleman so he would also try to say it.  Well, he still had most of the meal to figure it out.  The reviews of the restaurant where great, so at least something good can still come out of this.  Medium well, anyway.