The first blind date

George paced through his flat waiting for the clock to reach 6:30. The tall man span his car keys in his right hand as he continued to paced. His slightly chubby frame was pared with broad shoulders and a clean shaven baby face. He wore black jeans and a dark blue collared shirt.

6:25 - “I cant wait. I need to go” George walked to his door and pulled his jacket from the side before opening the thick wooden door. He walked down seven flights of steers before walking into his apartments garage. Pushing the button on the keys his car flashed, he opened it and sat in the drivers seat. After pulling away he began to nervously chatter to himself practising how to introduce himself.

“Hello, I’m George Jackson I’m 24 and I’m looking forward to our date… no to forward, hello I’m George it’s lovely to meet you.” He paused for a moment and thought “no. Maybe, crap what should I say to her.” Just as he finishes his rant of nervous hello’s the tires of the care hit the driveway.