Blind date.

After being the perfect date all night so I wouldn’t disappoint my mother, honestly, I was getting really sick of pretending. “So what did you get, Carlisle?” I asked ever so kindly. He snorted and snuffled, and wiped his hand and the rest of his arm along his nose, making me gag. I looked away from his hands as he had started wiping them on his pants. He looked at me, his nose was red, his eyes were a puke green and his hair, his lovely, long, loose, greasy, snotty hair, that he had parted down the middle and slicked back, just for me. I looked away quickly feeling bile rise in my throat for the hundredth time that night, how in the world had I survived this far? “Mine says, ‘your true love is closer then you think’” he smiled at me and looked at me with what he probably meant to be a seductive look but what really looked like he had a kink in his neck and something in his eye he was trying to blink away, oh and like he had a skunk in his mouth.