Seven dates with Peter Marker

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My date’s name was Nancy. She was dressed very beautifully. She had a nice, but not very long, black fur coat, a black skirt, with black tights and black boots. She also had long black curly hair and amazing make up.

It was a nice winter evening, the 10

of February, and was minus twenty degrees Celsius, or minus four Fahrenheit. Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky. I planned the first date to be in the park where there were amazing white trees, white bushes and beautiful benches with street lights. What could be more romantic?

We started our walk in the park with a nice conversation. Nancy told me some stories from her life; I shared mine with her and everything was truly perfect.

After about forty minutes of such an adorable walk, my date said that it would be nice to go in a cafе and drink some hot chocolate. I thought she might be kidding, because who would want to ruin such a romantic atmosphere just to drink hot chocolate? Nobody! So I pretended that I didn’t hear what she said and we continued our amazing walk.

In about an hour Nancy said that she was freezing cold and she wanted to go in a warm place. I still didn’t want to ruin the romantic atmosphere, so I offered for us to walk faster so she could warm up. My date agreed with the condition if we could change the direction of our walk toward the bus stop. The way to the bus stop was through the park, so I thought it was romantic enough and I agreed.

We went faster and we came to the bus stop, Nancy jumped in the bus so fast, that I didn’t have any chance to say a word. The bus drove away taking my date away from me.