The night had everything I’d planned for: candlelight, wine, and the promise of a deeper connection. But when my colleague burst through the door with her kids in tow, the evening spiraled into a disaster I never expected and a truth I wasn’t prepared for.
The third date with Susan was supposed to be the charm. We’d met on Tinder — her profile was a perfect mix of witty banter and effortless beauty.
After two great dates and a dreamy stroll in the park, I was ready to take things to the next level.
That night, I picked a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away from the usual hustle. It was the perfect backdrop for soft candlelight and deep conversation over wine and pasta.
Susan arrived in a navy dress that hugged her figure just right, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, and I thought, Wow, this might actually be something.
The waiter had just set down a basket of fresh bread when the sound of the door swinging open grabbed my attention.
At first, I ignored it. But then I heard a familiar voice.
“Oh, hey, Rob! Fancy seeing you here!”
I froze mid-reach for the breadstick.
Standing at the entrance, unmistakably Linda from accounting. Her bright floral dress clashed with the scene, but that wasn’t the real problem. No, the real problem was the three kids clinging to her, each armed with loud, sticky energy.
“Linda?” I managed, blinking.
She marched over with her kids toward our table.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming here tonight!” she said.
Susan’s confused glance darted between Linda and me. “Friend of yours?” she asked, her tone cautious.
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