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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Bark is Worse than His/Her Bite (10/17/13)

TITLE: A Five Star Blooper Or A Six Star Beginning?
By Graham Insley


Exciting? Not strong enough. Thrilling, maybe exhilarating? Much better. But I think I like mind-blowing the best. George's thoughts were racing as he mounted the porch steps.

With a bouquet in one hand, a small box of chocolates in the other and large bubbles of joy popping in his heart, his right index finger pushed the door bell. Man, I can't believe she said yes.

After a few minutes the front door seemed to jump open. "You're early. It's impolite to be early."

"I,I,I'm sorry. I'm only five minutes early. I brought you some flowers."

"Yes, I see that. Give them here and I'll go and finish getting ready. Just sit on the swing over there. I'll be out shortly." Chocolates and flowers disappeared inside and the door jumped closed just as it had opened.

Come on George, calm down. You knew it wouldn't be easy.

The front door once again jumped and George's date was suddenly standing before him. "Wow! You look really beautiful. Thank you for coming out with me."

"That's okay. But we had better get going if we want to be there before the restaurant is full." Jenny started walking to the car -- George had to jump and take a few quick steps to catch up.

"I've reserved us a table. We have plenty..."

"I don't want to make a spectacle of us entering -- everyone watching us thinking we're engaged or something."

"No, of course not. Here, let me get the door for you." George quickly raced to reach for the handle.

"Oh, George. I'm not a hopeless little filly. I'm quite capable of opening the car door all by myself."

"I know Jenny. I,I,I'd just like to do it for you. I want tonight to be special and to make you feel special."

"It's just a date, George, not my wedding day."

The journey to the restaurant was thankfully short. George's grip on the steering wheel was knuckle white; his breaths taken slow, calming and deep. Not a word was spoken and the silence made him nervous, but fear took away his ability to speak. He was left with little more than a few silent prayers and a hope that his Lord would get him through this night and onto the next date. George had long term, permanent hopes for this relationship.

He knew he was in danger of making a mistake, but he flew round the car to open the door for Jenny. She had started to open it of course, but he was there in a flash and took the door as he offered her a hand to help her out. Thankfully she said nothing, but she ignored the hand as she rose to her feet and headed to the restaurant door.

They were shown to their table, handed menus and both chose water over alcohol for drinks.

"George, these prices are ridiculous. Are you trying to pretend you are rich?"

"I told you Jenny, I just wanted tonight to be special. We can go to McDonalds some other time. But tonight, I wanted to treat you to something..."

Leaning forward to whisper Jenny cut him off. "Can you afford this?"

"Order anything you want. We won't be washing the dishes to pay for it. I promise."

The young beau insisted on them enjoying everything the menu had to offer. Entrées, mains and desserts were magnificent, table service excelled and the five star restaurant lived up to its reputation. But conversation was almost non-existent. George was too afraid to speak.

Jenny did seem to enjoy the meal and George was pleased about that. But it all ended much too soon.

Back at a front door that seemed to jump on its hinges, George said goodnight. He wanted to ask her out again there and then but fear got the better of him.

I'll ring her tomorrow. I'll ask her to go to the movies with me tomorrow night. George headed for the car with his heart full of hopes and prayers.

The door jumped closed, but inside a young woman leaned her back against it and slid down to end up sitting at its base. Oh Lord, please don't let me have blown it. He is so handsome and nice, but I was scared stiff and didn't know what to say. Please let him be the one you've chosen for me. And help me to be more relaxed if he ever asks me out again.

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C D Swanson 10/27/13
Awww...this touched my heart. Thank you for this well written entry.

God bless~
Joanne Sher 10/29/13
Enjoyed this piece. Very sweet.