This is part 3 of my serial if you blinked and missed the first two Here the links.
Darla looked in the mirror put her hand up to her face, pressed below her eyes and sighed, her waistline was less curved and she looked tired. She ran her palms down her thighs straightening the pale blue fabric of her skinny jeans, into the mirror she said “ Pale blue is a bad colour for showing lumps and bumps, not as forgiving as denim” *doorbell rings*
“Come in Moll, I was just putting the finishing touches”. Moll grinned, “I could do with an exterior decorator, you look good”. Darla sniffed “This dating is playing havoc with my figure”. Moll shook her head “You look lovely, better than I’ve ever seen you, you silly apeth “. She elbowed her from the mirror to push more lipstick into place. “Why is it, being happy makes you fat?” Darla said as she picked up a jacket. Moll asked “You are happy Darla, aren’t you? I mean you two seem so good together, everything’s okay isn’t it?” with a sigh Darla told her he was everything she ever wanted, “He, could be the one, I don’t know Moll I never thought I’d want anyone not again”. The two women grabbed their coats and headed out.
Noise assaulted their ears as the bouncer pushed the doors to the bar open. “Moll did you see that cheeky barman winked at you”. “Yes, that’s Mario, I’ve known him for years, as pink and fluffy as they come” Moll giggled “pardon the expression”. They took their drinks farthest away from the music and settled back in comfort. Groups of businessmen huddled trying to recall the days traumas over the music. A crowd of noisy hen night revellers warmed their drinks as they waited for the bride to be to appear from the cloak room. A cheer and sporadic clapping roused the bar when she appeared as a glitter-clad, red-faced, fairy. She made her way to the dance square where giggly girlies twerked to the tunes.
The workers and hen party drifted off to their homes or the next venue. Jakes wine bar altered, the ambience of the place changed, soft Jazz and dimmed lights were soon followed by couples who sat in intimate corners, menu’s appeared and candles flickered. “Look at this” Moll waved her hand. “This could be you, eating holding hands, romantic nights, don’t you scupper it girl. It will happen you just have to relax stop looking for problems”.She waved her arm at Mario and patted the seat beside her. Darla hadn’t noticed Mario approach when she glassy-eyed said: ”No it’s Mark, I think he’s changed his mind, Friday night he said he needed space”. The word space seemed to ricochet around the room, several heads turned in her direction. “Oh no, I had that with Jake it was awful, I sobbed for hours, you poor thing,” said Mario who had plonked himself down and put his hand to his cheek ( for dramatic licence). “ Don’t mind Mario, go on, tell us, a problem shared and all that”. Moll rubbed her leg and patted her knee as she spoke. “ We had a lovely night and were saying goodbye at his door when he just said it. I was shocked, I asked him “What do you mean?” Darla pulled a tissue from her pocket and dabbed her eyes, swallowed a mouthful of wine. “ That’s not all, it was so confusing, I kept calm told him I wouldn’t come over until Monday, give him the weekend to think. What else could I do?” they all three drank some more while she composed herself. “ anyway, I tried not to cry though anyone would know I was upset, and that’s when he passed me the bag”, Darla gulped “ It was an old-fashioned paper sweet bag, like we’d would get when we were kids. I looked inside and he said “I thought you might need that”, It was a spare head to his electric toothbrush. I ask you, how flipping confused was I”.
Poor Darla, love second time around seems to be full of up’s and downs, and mixed messages. Tune in next week for part four. Thanks for coming, commenting and most of all for reading.
Have you ever given or received such a confused message? Drop your answers and thoughts in the comments I will respond soonest.