A disappointing dinner

I would never admit it, but I bought new clothes for my dinner with Kyoko. I tried to balance the line between flaunting wealth and being tastefully understated.

I got to the restaurant and got a table in the VIP section. I wanted pull out all the stops for this conquest, I needed to have her. It wasn’t a matter of fucking her at this point. It was a matter of pride.

I sat there sipping a glass of wine as Kyoko was escorted to the table by the waiter. I tried to appear nonchalant, but my eyes were devouring her. Four inch heels that accentuated her ass. She wore a blue dress that clung on her body like a glove, tailor made no doubt. Her tits were prominent, but were covered by her dress. Overall she looks like she hasn’t aged a day since college.

“I traveled half way around the world, but you are by far the prettiest thing I’ve seen” I said.

“Mark, before you start, you should know I’m engaged.”

“What” I said with more than a little anger in my voice. “That’s great news… you should have told me earlier and I would of brought you gift to congratulate you with. So who’s the lucky guy?”

Maybe she was too much bimbo to notice my anger, but she carried on without a worry.

“Oh I wouldn’t bore you with the details” she giggled. “But he’s the son of family friend, we’ve vacation together in Ibiza couple times as kids even.”

“Oh so how long have you guys been dating.”

“About two weeks?”

“And already engaged?”

“Well he proposed to me yesterday with the biggest diamond ring and I couldn’t say no to that.”

I missed my shot by a day! A fucking day. And to top it all, this airhead couldn’t even figure out why I had invited her out.

“But enough about me what about you?” she spoke.

Regaining my composure.

“I work in investment banking now. It has been great, I’ve come a long way from being a broke college kid.”

“Oh so you work?” She said with a raised eye brow.

“Yeah not all of us can get by riding other people’s coattails” I said spitefully.

“We’ll my fiancé doesn’t have to work, his granddaddy invented a thingy. And that thingy makes a lot of money so he can afford to travel and buy me gifts”

My ears ring and I space out as Kyoko talks about all the gifts her fiancé bought her.

The dinner was pretty short. Probably 45 minutes in total. Every time I spoke she would manage to bring it back to her fiancé. She mentioned his name, but I frankly didn’t care enough to listen.

All I heard was how I would never be good enough.