“Okay, how about this… ‘If the whole world was just a figment of my own imagination, you’re the best thing I’ve ever thought of.’” Jordan looked at Emily sitting next to him at the bar. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders and her eyes were a beautiful shade of jade. Any guy would have been lucky to sit next to this goddess draped in a white chiffon blouse and red under layer.
“That’s amazing. Though I’m not quite sure that’s pick up line material.”
“How not!?” Jordan was dumbfounded. He had worked hard on this line and was hoping to use it tonight.
“Well you wouldn’t want to walk up to a woman and say that. You come off too strong and pretentious, although it is beautiful. That is something you’d want to say after the night is over, once you’ve gotten to know her a little better. Any girl can be cute or hot, but you don’t want to make her think you’re just looking at her body. Learn more about her, be attentive, tell her she’s beautiful. Unless you’re just here to find a girl to fuck. Then by all means, go up to the hottest girl you see, pat your pockets and say ‘I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours?’”
“Does that work?”
“No. Not on me anyway, it’s been tried.”
“Some guy actually said that to you?” Jordan was in disbelief.
“Yeah, I punched him in the arm.” Emily said as if this was some daily occurrence and punched men for taking a step all the time.
“Well good for you, but what was wrong with that.”
“I was holding the hand of my boyfriend.”
“And your boyfriend didn’t do anything.”
“I broke up with him that night. Totally unrelated actually, but that was like the icing on the cake. I need a man to stand up for me and he just never could.”
“Wow.” Jordan turned back to his beer sitting on the countertop of the bar. How could a guy have a girl like this in his hands and not fight for her? He had just met this girl and already thought she was a great catch.
“So anyway, tell me about yourself. You’re here looking for a date for what now?” She looked at him with a puzzled look and sipped on her whiskey on the rocks.
“A wedding actually. My family expects me to have a date by October so I figured I’d get a head start.”
“But it’s February. You could have several relationships crash and burn by then.”
“Or I’ll find an amazing woman who is beautiful and confident like yourself who’ll stay with me till then.” Jordan smiled at her.
“See, that. You need to say things like that to a woman to get her to not only go home with you, but stay the night and go out to breakfast with you.”
“Truth is, I’ve never gotten this far.” He chuckled at his truth. She was right, he hasn’t had much luck picking girls up at the bar.
“That’s because you’re trying to pick women up at bars. These ones take a good look at a man and decide what their plans are without even saying hello first. And those plans are almost always go with him to his place, get a good hard fucking and leave. Walk of shame at four in the morning kind of girls. You, Jordan, are a breakfast man I can tell.” She finished up her whiskey and waved for the bartender to give her the check.
“I would like to take that as a compliment.”
“Of course. You’re dark and handsome, I assume you’re tall even though I haven’t seen you stand. Your eyes are sapphires and you have just the right kind of 5 O’clock shadow. Any woman in this bar would be lucky to have a catch like you giving them cheesy pickup lines that will never work, but they’ll never know because you give off a vibe that says ‘I want to love you.’” She signed her receipt and stood up and looked at his handsome face as she slid a business card into his breast pocket. “Goodnight Jordan. I hope to see you again sometime.”
“So you gave your number to a guy in a bar? Doesn’t that go against everything you’ve ever believed in?”
“Lucy I told you, he was great to talk to.” Emily sat down at the breakfast nook in her apartment. Lucy standing at the stove adding ingredients for her homemade chicken stock.
“And he sounds gorgeous.”
“And you didn’t take him home?”
“No. Like you said, I don’t pick up guys in bars.”
“So what’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing. But remember. I broke up with George two nights ago.”
“Which was dumb. He was hot!”
“All the money and muscles couldn’t stand up to his uncontrollable problem with not caring about me.”
“He cared. Flowers constantly, jewelry.”
“No, he went with societal norms. Flowers smelled wonderful and jewelry is nice but you remember two nights ago? Holding my hand not paying attention to me while I’m being hit on by a creep! I tell him, hey George this guy wants my number and he tells the guy that he better buy me a drink as well. I need a man who will hold my hand and care that I am there. Care that I belong to him.”
“That’s just wishful thinking.”
“You date him then.”
“No thanks. I don’t want your seconds. That Jordan guy though, if he calls you, you should introduce us.”
“Maybe I want him. Ever think of that?”
“I’ll invite him to the party if he calls how about that? Not sure he’d go for you though.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Glad you invited me. It’s nice to get out to somewhere not in a bar.” Jordan held his red solo cup out to cheers Emily.
“You seemed like you needed a great time. And Lucy wanted to meet you.” She sipped on her bottle of beer and chuckled.
“Lucy, the girl dancing with that guy over there?” He took a hard drink out of his cup.
“A little slutty tonight. Trying to make you jealous, it’s her thing.”
“What did you tell her about me that she’s already trying to make me jealous?”
“Is it working?”
“Uh.” Jordan looked over to Lucy dancing very sexily with her partner. He took another big drink. Although Lucy was attractive, he wasn’t sure he would have picked her out in the crowd.
“So, no?” She smiled.
“I’m not the jealous type. If she wants to dance with that guy, that’s her prerogative. If she wants to dance with me, great. Though if we were dating then I’d be mad, but still it’s her prerogative.”
“Well it looks like she chose her prerogative.” Emily pointed to Lucy, wrapped in the arms of her dance partner with her tongue stuffed into his mouth.
“Such is my luck.”
“Honey, you’ve been talking about this Emily girl a lot. I’d like to meet her.”
“Mom, it isn’t like that.” Jordan handed her a wet dish.
“Not like what?” She took the dish and started drying.
“Just a friend. We aren’t dating, and I know what you’re thinking.” He thought about it. It wasn’t such a bad idea to invite Emily to be his date to his cousin’s wedding. He didn’t have much time left to find someone even though he had already RSVP’d with a plus one.
“She just sounds like she’s a nice girl. You seem to get along with her, why not invite her next month?”
“How do you know I don’t already have a date for the wedding, Ma?”
“Because if you did you would be so excited and so ready to please me that I would have already met her.” His mother was right. She had been pressuring him so much that his need to find a girlfriend was mostly to pacify her.
“Sure, I’ll go with you.” Emily smiled. She was still lying in bed, the phone had woken her up
“Great. Get ready.” Jordan said with excitement in his voice.
“It’s today!?” She was shocked, she remembered the time she met him thinking that it was only a short time ago. He was looking for a date for the wedding that was apparently already here.
“Yeah, short notice I know. But the ceremony isn’t until 5 so you’ve got plenty of time. And I know you’re not doing anything because this is your day off. Netflix will still be there tomorrow. Do you need me to take you to a store and get a dress?”
“No. I’ll be alright. When do you want to pick me up for the wedding though?” She knew his luck finding a date was not great and had purchased a dress a few weeks before.
“Great. How about I get you at 4?”
“Sounds good, see you then.”
“Bye Em! Thanks so much!”
Emily hung up the phone and got out of bed to head for the shower.
“Who was that, babe?” A blonde chiseled man sat up in bed.
“Jordan.” She yelled from the bathroom.
“Ah. Wedding today huh?”
“Such a lucky man, to be with a woman who pities her friends as to ditch her own plans at a drop of a hat.”
“You knew this would happen, honey.” She started the shower and hopped in.
“But tonight’s date was supposed to be special!” He fell back into the pillows. A few minutes later, Emily came out in a towel and searched her closet for the dress.
“How about you tell me what you were going to now?” She smiled at him.
“Uhm. Alright.” He got out of bed and picked his pants off the floor. Out of the pocket he grabbed a small black box and handed it to her.
“He proposed!?” Jordan stared at the rock that was now on Emily’s ring finger. His cousin was now enjoying her first dance as a married woman with her husband.
“Yeah!” She smiled staring at it too.
“Lucky girl!” He held out his glass of wine to toast Emily. “A bit soon don’t you think? I only met you eight months ago, you guys haven’t been dating long.”
“But I love him, you know that! Now. Tonight’s objective, finding you a girl!” She held out her wine to toast to him. She scanned the room. “You just have to make sure to tell me which ones are related.”
Jordan smiled. They had dinner together and danced a few times. Emily disappeared after the dollar dance but he stayed on the floor enjoying himself with his cousins. He forgot to be concerned for her whereabouts.
“Hello.” A soft voice called from behind him.
“Hello?” He turned. This is a woman he had never seen before.
“Emily told me to tell you that she sent me.” She looked confused but smiled.
“Oh she did, did she?”
“Uhm, yeah. Said you needed a date to a wedding?”
Jordan admired his new date. She had guts to listen to a random woman to come meet a guy on a dance floor. He had assumed this is what Emily had disappeared to do. “Care to dance with me?” He held out his hand.
“I’d love to!”