John was at the bus stop waiting to meet Christine. They both met on one of those stupid online dating sites. John`s heart was beating real fast. The stress, the anxiety, the questioning was taking over. What does she sees in me? I`m different no doubt about that. She likes my writing, my music my paintings. She accepts my handicap, my insecurities the whole package deal. What`s the catch here. There`s no catch moron she`s into you. There`s no other possibilities. I never met anyone like her before. Than why am I so damned nervous? I cut part of my right ear while shaving this morning. There`s some blood still dripping. Now I look like some insane Vincent Van Gogh. I just hope she doesn`t think I`m crazy. I couldn`t sleep last night. My blue eyes are deep red now. Good God I look like Jeffrey Dahmer! I hope she doesn`t think I`m a psycho. This is my first real date in years. Not a one-night stand or friends with benefits. It`s just to discover if we`re compatible or not. Now I can`t stop sweating. The stress again. What does she sees in me? I`m losing my hair and I have this big belly. I look like a bald teddy bear. Oh my God she`s coming out of the bus. She`s smiling at me. What am I going to say? Hi John. Well, huh hi Christine. Now I`m mumbling like a damn fool. What should I say to her? Come here and kiss me Teddy.
Tuesday 4 October 2016
Short story of the day
Teddy bear (François Marceau 04-10-2016)
John was at the bus stop waiting to meet Christine. They both met on one of those stupid online dating sites. John`s heart was beating real fast. The stress, the anxiety, the questioning was taking over. What does she sees in me? I`m different no doubt about that. She likes my writing, my music my paintings. She accepts my handicap, my insecurities the whole package deal. What`s the catch here. There`s no catch moron she`s into you. There`s no other possibilities. I never met anyone like her before. Than why am I so damned nervous? I cut part of my right ear while shaving this morning. There`s some blood still dripping. Now I look like some insane Vincent Van Gogh. I just hope she doesn`t think I`m crazy. I couldn`t sleep last night. My blue eyes are deep red now. Good God I look like Jeffrey Dahmer! I hope she doesn`t think I`m a psycho. This is my first real date in years. Not a one-night stand or friends with benefits. It`s just to discover if we`re compatible or not. Now I can`t stop sweating. The stress again. What does she sees in me? I`m losing my hair and I have this big belly. I look like a bald teddy bear. Oh my God she`s coming out of the bus. She`s smiling at me. What am I going to say? Hi John. Well, huh hi Christine. Now I`m mumbling like a damn fool. What should I say to her? Come here and kiss me Teddy.
John was at the bus stop waiting to meet Christine. They both met on one of those stupid online dating sites. John`s heart was beating real fast. The stress, the anxiety, the questioning was taking over. What does she sees in me? I`m different no doubt about that. She likes my writing, my music my paintings. She accepts my handicap, my insecurities the whole package deal. What`s the catch here. There`s no catch moron she`s into you. There`s no other possibilities. I never met anyone like her before. Than why am I so damned nervous? I cut part of my right ear while shaving this morning. There`s some blood still dripping. Now I look like some insane Vincent Van Gogh. I just hope she doesn`t think I`m crazy. I couldn`t sleep last night. My blue eyes are deep red now. Good God I look like Jeffrey Dahmer! I hope she doesn`t think I`m a psycho. This is my first real date in years. Not a one-night stand or friends with benefits. It`s just to discover if we`re compatible or not. Now I can`t stop sweating. The stress again. What does she sees in me? I`m losing my hair and I have this big belly. I look like a bald teddy bear. Oh my God she`s coming out of the bus. She`s smiling at me. What am I going to say? Hi John. Well, huh hi Christine. Now I`m mumbling like a damn fool. What should I say to her? Come here and kiss me Teddy.
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