The Most Painful Rejection Ever

Invigorating like a breath of fresh air that blew through an open window. Heartbeat shaky from nervousness as the convo flows like warm blood through your veins. Long lashes flutter, dirty thoughts through your mind. Lips pucker up, hold wine glass to your throat. But he still won't bite. Move slowly. Hips swish along with the knee length ruche dress you wear. He mentioned his favorite color. Blue. So you wore a blue dress. Stilettoes tap tap across the floor. All eyes on you. Except for his. You talk. You submit to his conversation. Whatever he likes you show interest. Whatever you like. He questions. You offer a night cap. He doesn't bite. You don't know why. You suck on a mint. Check your makeup. Your hair. You're perfect. But not in his eyes. Maybe your not his type. Or.....A young man walks through the restaurant doors. Young. Ripe. Boyish face. Innocent eyes. His eyes lands on the boy's lucious ripe mouth. past his chin and settles on his love below. Now you know. You politely ask for the check. Pay your half of the bill. And excuse yourself.