Another Blind Date

My sister thinks I need love. Every month, it’s someone. The last guy smelled like beans and asked for gas money. Classy.

The grandfather clock struck six. One hour to prepare for awkwardness. Maybe he’ll at least wear cheap cologne.

Three knocks followed by, “Jenny.” Three knocks. “Jenny.” And again. Apparently, he’s mimicking Sheldon from “The Big Bang Theory”, or he’s Sheldon-like.

I open the door forcing a smile.

“Dang, girl. You smokin’!” His voice is annoyingly high pitched. He doesn’t smell like food products though.

“Thanks. Jimmy, right?”

“Short for Jim. Just kiddin’, it ain’t short for nothin’. Well?”

Wonderful, a serial grammar killer who thinks he’s Adam Sandler. “Well, what?”

“Ain’t you gonna say somethin’ ‘bout me?”

“How well do you know my sister?”

“We tight!” Triple snaps let me know he’s got ‘game’.

“Did she inform you I’m blind?”

Silence. . . He’s registering the importance. “Ohhhhh, I get ya. Want me to carry you to the car?”

“I’m blind, not paralyzed. Just guide me.”

“You got it, sweet thang. You wanna drive? Jk, girl. I hilarious!”

I hate my sister.

“I’s gonna take you to that retro art gallery, but that might not be the best idea. I heard the artsy fartsy section of town’s playin’ silent movies. That yo style?”

Stating the obvious, “I’m blind.”

“Yeah.” Wait for it. “Ohhhhh. What do blind chicks do?”

“Recommend etiquette courses.”

“OMG! Did ya see that squirrel? Huge motha!”

“No.”

“Really? Monster status! Hey, ties ain’t my thang, but your sis said dress snazzy. Which one with this shirt?”

“I’m blind.”

“No offense, but you a one song record. Don’t sweat small stuff. Do me a solid, which one?”

I never saw his face, but it’ll haunt me. The silent movie was the highlight.

Paybacks are hell, Sis.



300 words

Written for Daily Flash Fiction

Prompt: Must include line: I never saw his face.