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"What if while in the back seat of Bobbie's boyfriend's car, she didn't push him away when he reached to put his arm around her. He was being so nice to her after all, such a gentleman..."

what could have happened on patti's big blind date
by mike estabrook


What if it wasn't merely a spur-of-the-moment blind double-date with Bobbie and her boyfriend, instead Patti knew about it all along and kept it from me.

What if in spite of her initial reservations he turned out to be a really nice guy, handsome and bright, and they had a splendid lunch together. “So do you have a boyfriend?” he finally asks her, overwhelmed by her beauty.

“Not really,” she hesitates, “I had a boyfriend in high school but we're dating other people now.”

What if while in the back seat of Bobbie's boyfriend's car, she didn't push him away when he reached to put his arm around her. He was being so nice to her after all, such a gentleman.

What if at the basketball game, he sits close against her and says, “You're absolutely beautiful, Patti, any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.” And takes her hand and puts his arm around her waist.

What if after the game the two couples go their separate ways for the evening. He takes Patti out for a nice dinner, then they go back to her dorm, find a quiet corner and continue their conversation late into the night.

What if he cannot resist her any longer, and leans in to kiss her. She does not back away, she kisses him back, long and hard and sure. She feels a little guilty about it, because technically Mike is still her boyfriend, but well, Steve is being so nice after all. Before long, they are French kissing. He is only the second boy she has ever kissed in such a special way, but - why not.

What if they exchange phone numbers and addresses, and he makes another date with her, to be alone with her this time. “But what about Mike?” Bobbie asks her. She shrugs, “What about Mike? It's a good thing for us to be seeing other people, don't you agree?”

(illustration: papa osmubal)


Seems I’ve been writing poetry for so long that Methuselah should be taking notice, but in reality, time is simply doing its thing streaking ahead blithely pulling all of us along for the wild ride whether we like it or not; reminds me, I’ve published 15 chapbooks over the years, the last one being “when Patti would fall asleep” by Liquid Paper Press in 2003, guess it’s time to work on another one. -- Michael Estabrook. More stories from Michael Estabrook can be found in the Smokebox Archives.

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