Scenario 1:
“I’m sorry Jason, I have to take a raincheck on our date tonight. Something’s come up that I can’t get out of,” explained the soft female voice.
Jason took a second to catch his breath. He felt his heart racing and his face burning with rage. “Oh yeah? That’s fvcking typical!”
“Look, I am really sorry. If I could get out of it I would.”
“Bullsh!t! You b!tches are all the same. Full of excuses!”
“We can go out next week if you’re free,” she tried, in a nervous tone.
“Whatever!” he said, then slammed down the phone. This had happened to him before. He had a date a month ago who cancelled on him, not to mention the fact that his last girlfriend had cheated on him. He hated her so much for that!
He sat in his chair, brooding. He was shaking as he thought about his ex- and about the girl who had stood him up tonight. The television showed some talk show where a wrinkled professor was trying to give relationship advice to young couples. Jason grabbed one of his shoes and threw it at the TV, causing it to topple off the stand and crack.
“Fvckin’ hell!” he yelled. He’d only bought the TV a month ago, and now in a moment of anger, it was lying on his carpet, broken. If he wasn’t mad before, he was livid now. It’s all that stupid b!tch’s fault, he thought to himself. He needed to get out before he wrecked anything else, so he called up his buddy…
“Andy, are you free tonight?”
“What happened to your hot date?”
“The b!tch flaked on me. Probably fvcking some other guy! I’m done with dating. I’m just gonna fvck em and leave em from now on.”
“Look mate, calm down and come over. We can get something to eat, hit up some clubs or something.”
“I’m not in the mood for going out,” Jason grumbled.
“That’s fine, we’ll just chill out here,” replied Andy. “See you in a while.”
Jason grabbed a sweater, but got tangled as he rushed to put it on. “Stupid fvcking thing!” He forced himself free causing the sweater to rip. He threw it to the ground, picked up his coat and car keys and left the house, slamming the door behind him.
As he was driving, his mind welled with thoughts of revenge against the b!tch that stood him up. He was convinced now that she was out with some other guy. It all made sense to him. She was probably just using Jason as a back up plan. Now he wanted to get back at her.
He pulled into a gas station and filled up his car. The girl at the counter was very friendly and tried to make small talk as he paid. She was attractive, very attractive actually, but in his state of mind he didn’t even notice. His face was miserable and he glared back at her. Sensing his hostility, the smile dropped off her face and she dropped his change on the counter, coldly.
“Typical,” Jason snapped, picking up his change. “Another stuck up b!tch,” he muttered under his breath. He got into his car and sped off. Now he was p!ssed off at the girl who stood him up, the TV he’d broken, the sweater he’d ripped and the moody b!tch at the gas station. He was speeding along the road, when another car switched from the inside lane and cut right in front of him. It was clearly just an accident, but Jason put on the brakes and slammed his fist on the horn. He sped up, almost bumper to bumper with the car in front, and hit the horn again and again. “Fvcking idiot!” he shouted, as he continued to harrass the driver.
Suddenly a blue flashing light appeared behind him. It was a police car flagging him to pull over. Jason resentully obliged. A policeman and woman approached his car and asked him to step out.
Jason got defensive immediately. “That moron cut me up! It’s him you should be pulling over.”
“Licence please,” said the policewoman, while the policeman checked over his car.
“Fvck this! This is not fair, I’m getting in my car and I’m going. This is harrassment!”
“Don’t make me handcuff you,” she replied.
Jason kicked the wheel of his car in frustration and the policewoman pushed him against the car and restrained him.
“Put your hands behind your back,” she demanded. Jason resisted, causing the policeman to get involved as the two offices placed him in handcuffs. “You’re not fit to drive so we’re taking you down to the station. You have the right to remain silent…”
It was a lousy end to a lousy day!
Scenario 2:
“I’m sorry Jason, I have to take a raincheck on our date tonight. Something’s come up that I can’t get out of,” explained the soft female voice.
Jason took a second to catch his breath. He felt his heart racing and his face burning, but he kept quiet.
“Look, I am really sorry. If I could get out of it I would,” she explained.
“Ok, we’ll give it a miss tonight then. Maybe some other time,” he said, trying to hide his disappointment.
“We can go out next week if you’re free,” she offered.
“Ok, let me know. Take care.”
“Speak soon. Bye.”
This had happened to him before. He had a date a month ago who cancelled on him, but after wallowing in self pity for a few days, he learned that it’s really not worth getting anxious about. Sure, it hurt, but there’s nothing he could do about it. His last girlfriend had cheated on him, but while he was angry over it to start with, he came to the conclusion that it’s better he saw her true colours sooner rather than later. He forgave her and got over it.
He sat in his chair, thinking about ways to spend the night. The television showed some talk show where a wrinkled professor was trying to give relationship advice to young couples. He wasn’t in the mood for that. Those guys always talked bollocks, so he grabbed the remote and turned it off. He needed to get out, so he called up his buddy…
“Hey Andy, you free tonight?”
“What happened to your hot date?”
“She cancelled.”
“Sorry to hear that. Are you ok?”
“A bit gutted, but it’s not the end of the world,” he said “…And it’s good news for the ladies,” he added with a laugh.
“Ok, come round and we can get something to eat, hit up some clubs and see how the ladies take the good news.”
“Ok, sounds good. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Jason got dressed up in his best gear, grabbed his car keys and headed out. While he was driving, he started thinking about the night ahead. It’ll be good to catch up with Andy. He was running low on gas, so he pulled into a gas station and filled up his car. The girl at the counter was very friendly and tried to make small talk as he paid. She was attractive, very attractive actually, so Jason flashed her a smile.
“You out on the town tonight?” she asked.
“Yeah, my shirt gives it away, right?” he said. “You must hate being stuck in here on a Friday night.”
“Well, I finish in 25 minutes. I’m meeting my friends in the Vodka bar at ten. If you’re around, drop in and say hi.”
“Ok, I might just do that” he said, nodding and smiling. “I’m Jason by the way.” He leant over the counter and shook her hand.
Her cheeks redened as she got flustered. “I’m Kelly.”
“See you later, Kelly” he added, before making his way outside.
He got into his car and drove off. A smile was now stretched across his face. She was all over him and he knew it. He started picturing her fit body, her long dark hair and her seductive eyes. In a moment of distraction, he failed to notice a car switch lanes and cut in front of him. He hit the brakes. It was clearly an accident. Maybe he should have held back and let him in front. His heart palpatated, but he slowed down and took a deep breath. No harm had been done, he was fine, the other driver was fine and able to focus on the night ahead with his friend, and his attractive new acquaintaince.
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