I met Michael through a mutual friend who insisted that I should date his friend. Normally, I avoid blind dates but I had been single for months with no luck in finding the right guy. So, I figured one date wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t know much about the guy except that he worked at a club and that he liked travelling in his free time. Anyone who loved travelling had to be interesting, right? Well, it turns out that’s not always the case.
My friend gave me his number and after a few glasses of red wine, I decided to give him a call.
“Hello,” he answered sounding confused.
“Hi. It’s Gabby.”
“Gabby?”
“Ben’s friend.”
“Which Gabby?”
I didn’t know whether he was playing dumb or Ben didn’t give him the memo that I was going to call him but things were already off to a bad start.
“Ben gave me your number.” I realized how desperate I sounded as soon as I said that but he finally connected the dots.
“Ooh. How are you?”
“Good. You?” the conversation from there changed.
He started speaking to me like we had been friends for years. We talked for about an hour then I ended the conversation since it was a weekday and I had to get up early for work.
“I have to go now,” I said.
“Okay. Do you mind coming to the club one of these days?”
I thought it was weird meeting someone for the first time at their workplace but at that point, I was willing to do anything just to go on a date. Plus, he worked at a high-end club so I didn’t mind going there.
“Okay. No problem.” I replied and hang up.
Two days passed without a word from Michael. I wasn’t the type to be pushy, especially about a date. Also, I didn’t know what to expect. This was my first blind date so I just went with the flow and hoped that I wouldn’t regret it.
On Friday, I got a text from him asking me if I could come to see him that day.
“Sure. I was wondering when you’d ask.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ve had double night shifts but I’m off today. Let’s meet at 7 pm.”
I agreed. That gave me ample time to leave work, freshen up at home, and head to the club. Since it was a blind date, I didn’t want to be overdressed so I wore a white blouse, a pair of jeans, and heels and carried the same bag I had from work.
I got to the club right on time and Michael met me at the entrance. He looked better than I expected. He had long dreadlocks, a full beard, and a gorgeous body. I almost felt intimidated by him.
“Wow.” I found myself saying out loud but quickly corrected myself. “This place is amazing.”
“You haven’t been here?” he asked as we walked to our table.
“No. It’s my first time.”
“Great. Then I have to make sure you have fun so you come back more.”
“I’ll come back as long as you work here.”
He laughed.
We settled in a dark, isolated area of the club where we would have more privacy. I put my bag down and got more comfortable. the night started well. Michael was an interesting blind date and soon, my nerves were gone and we were talking like old friends. After three cocktails, I excused myself to use the restroom. I was gone for a while and when I came back, I met Michael at the counter chatting with the bartender.
“Where are my things?”
“Don’t worry babe, it’s safe here. No one can take your things.”
I wasn’t about to take the word of a man I just met. Additionally, we were seated in an isolated area which made it easy for someone to take something from my bag. I had left my phone on the table and as I approached, I could see that the table was empty. However, my bag was still on the ground. I hoped my blind date was corneous enough to put my phone in the bag before leaving the table.
I looked back to check whether he was accompanying me but he was still talking to the bartender. My focus was on my stuff more than how disrespectful he was being. I could only hope that all my things were there.
As I reached for my bag, I could already tell that things were missing. I peeped through the slightly opened zip and couldn’t see my iPad. I opened and shuffled through the almost empty bag. My wallet, phone, and iPad were all missing. I didn’t wait to check what else was missing. I went straight to Michael and asked him if he had seen anything.
He shook his head without saying a word.
“Why did you leave my things unattended?”
“Why did you leave your things? Am I your guard?”
His tone suddenly changed. He became super rude and even demanded that I had to pay for the cocktails.
“You asked me to come here.”
“Well, I’m an employee here. I can’t pay for drinks for customers.” He said.
“I want to speak to the manager.”
“He’s not around. But I can give you my phone to call someone who can help you.”
I looked at him in disbelief. This was the reason I didn’t go on blind dates. You might think you’re meeting an angel and they turn out to be the devil himself. I decided not to waste my energy arguing with them and called my sister who came immediately.
“What were you thinking about going on a blind date?” she asked as we went home.
“My friend hooked me up with him so I was a bit at ease.”
“We’re going to confront this guy. How can he think such a guy can be good for you?”
Till today, I’ve never got my things back but I know Michael had something to do with the robbery. That was the first and last time I went on a blind date.
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