Entry #4

The Mix-up
by Kim Watters


He sits alone at a table for two. As he waits for her, he pours himself a glass of wine, and thinks back to the first time he met her…

She was late, but he didn’t mind. The night was young and they had plenty of time to get to know each other. He was sure this time was different, much different than the ones that had gone before. It started out as a business relationship, talking about work, what supplies her office needed, and then it changed. Her voice had always been pleasant, so he started adding little tidbits, how he was building up his company, what they both liked to do, what they both liked to listen to, what they both liked to watch, and then he got up his nerve and asked her out…

She sits alone at a table for two, early for once. As she waits for him, she pours herself a glass of wine, and thinks back to the first time she met him…

He was already there when she arrived. She’d been a little late, a little nervous, meeting this man for the first time in person, hoping this time would be different. Oh, she had talked to him over the phone for several months about work, but then, it started to change. They talked about the things they both liked and disliked, movies they had both seen, music they both listened to, and then he asked her out…

Now, twenty-five years later…