EASY PEASY
Prompt - Easy-Peasy : Write about doing something effortlessly
This isn't possible. It's not so much that I've always failed in the past, it's that I never even got far enough to fail. I am twenty three years old and I have never been out on a date. I'm not really sure what a date is. Except that I've never had one. There are girls I've wanted to go out with. There are girls I've got talked for long periods. The Venn diagram crossover of those two groups is small. Very small. And of that microscopically tiny number of the population there isn't one who I've managed to find a way to ask if they'd go out with me.
Not quite true. There was that girl, Lisa, I asked to go to a gig with me three years ago. But she didn't seem impressed that it was only because my pal got sick and I didn't want to waste the money.
So I became convinced that that was it. Game over. Not even worth trying. Not that I could, because whenever the moment arrived so did the nerves, the fear, tongue tangling, the mumbling, the basic disintegration of what little personality I felt I possessed. I would be single for life. I would be celibate for life. (I had, at least, heard about prostitutes, but had no idea how to go about finding one, and if I asked anyone I would only suffer the same verbal paralysis, wouldn't I?) I would be miserable for life.
So what's this? For a change I was invited to a party. For once I managed to talk to women without making a complete idiot of myself. I even... and I still can't quite believe this bit... got chatting to one I liked, and we talked about each other and we had things in common and she leaned in closer and... I said "How'd you fancy going for a drink tomorrow night?" and she said "Yeah, that would be great" and I acted like that happened all the time. And we went out the next night and it was like we'd known each other for years and she invited me back to her place and...
And then I woke up. Shit!
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