The icy breeze kissed his neck as he was on a phonecall. “Oh such a chilly evening!”, he said in a shivery voice. “Yeah,yeah. So,see you tomorrow,then?Cool. Goodnight”,he hung up and went inside.

It was almost January and his finals were approaching. “So I gotta finish the whole damn syllabus in a month? PERFECT”, he thought. He has always been lazy and the fact that he hated his subjects, did not make it any easier to concentrate. “So we are finally meeting tomorrow. I'm just so nervous!”,he said to himself as he giggled like a little girl. He spent the next two hours, fantasizing and planning for the next day and soon he was called for dinner.

The next morning he woke up all jolly and jumpy. He spent the day, waiting for evening to approach rapidly. Finally, the clock hit five o'clock. “I'll reach in under fifteen minutes”, a text popped up on his screen. He dressed up and walked out. “Do I look alright? Maybe I should've gotten a better haircut. Did I put on enough perfume?” A thousand such thoughts crossed his mind and rightfully so. After all, it was their first date.

Now, dear reader, let me pull you into the present moment. It is nearly ten o'clock at night. He is walking out of his house. He got his last haircut three months ago. And He stinks of cigarette smoke. Certainly, he is not going on a date. Or perhaps he is. On a date, with a bottle or three bottles, of whiskey.


To be continued.....