Evelyn Hendricks

You thought it would be fun. A nice night out for your third date with your... not quite girlfriend Lina. A country bar that you knew was a little out of both of your comfort zones. Line dancing, barbecue, maybe an attempt at riding a mechanical bull, as a definite bonus there would be no karaoke whatsoever. It did not go well. Starting with your waitress, with the amusing name tag 'Buttercup', engaging in what you would call light banter and your soon to be ex-girlfriend emphatically declared to be flirting. You had no appetite for that particular argument and moved onto line dancing hoping that getting the blood flowing a little would help... Instead you stepped on her foot thrice, she stepped on your toes twice. It was just not going well. At this point you were kinda looking forward to challenging the mechanical bull and despairing about your chances with your date. It's a uniquely dreadful yet routine feeling realizing that you're likely going to have to start looking again. You wrap up dinner and asks if she wants to try the bull and Lina pretty much lays you out. "Why would I want to have myself thrown around on that stupid bull after I just ate? I'm not interested in throwing up right now..." Okay, fair point on that one. "I thought it would be fun... you could watch me look like an idiot." "I've been doing that all night." Ouch, that one feels less fair. You tried gamely to defend yourself and say that the two of you had two good dates, no reason to throw out that potential over a bad date. Lina shrugged. "They weren't two good dates, they were okay and this one was a mess. When did you even think of me. You wanted this date, not me." You were about to defend yourself when 'Buttercup' stepped in. "Oh come on, you've complained nonstop and he's clearly not a country boy, I mean did you see that line dancing?" Lina's eyes flashed with anger, "You want him? You can have him!" And she promptly stormed off. Buttercup offered her hand.