Day 100: The Mystery

Yay for writing for 100 days, which should have been on Thursday.

The Prompt:  Freewrite for three minutes starting with this phrase:  The door slowly opened and ____ appeared.

The door slowly opened and the man appeared, the man of her dreams, the one she was going to marry.  She was certain of it.

"Hi," she said shyly, as she rose from her table.

"You must be Maggie," he said in a smooth voice that make her mouth go dry.

She wetted her lips, "Yes, and you must be Blake."

"You look much more beautiful in person than your picture online.  It doesn't do you justice."

She resisted the urge from blushing.  "Thank you.  You're taller than I expected, but I like that."

He laughed, a deep, rich laugh that sent goosebumps down her arms.  He pushed her back into her chair and sat down himself.

"I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of ordering us an appetizer.  Do you like cheese sticks?"

"Are you kidding? I love them!"

She beamed.  He was a keeper.  Or so she thought.  It took her about twenty minutes to realize that the man of her dreams was that.  A dream.

Blake was devastatingly handsome and seemed polite, but that was it.  The first thing that made her feel off-guard about him was the fact that he had been in and out of employment for the past few years.  Who knows what could have been the reason for that, but stability is important.  Then it was the fact that he owned five dogs: a Boston terrier, a beagle, a pit bull, and two mastiffs.  Quite a combination.  Then he mentioned something about his favorite TV show being about hunting and living in the wild.  He said he wished he could live off of the land, where a real man belonged, accompanied by man's best friends.  Then she found out his apartment was in a shady part of town.  She was quite irritated that when he pulled out his wallet to pay for the bill, his little black book fell out.  Then he realized he didn't have enough money for the bill and made her pay for it, along with the tip.  The last straw was when he let out a large belch before he left the table.  Maggie quickly offered that she could walk herself to the car.  She said she'd try emailing him when she got time.  She was busy with a big project at work though, so he shouldn't be worried if he doesn't hear from her for a few weeks...or more.