Once again, you’re here in front of the five star restaurant for your date—or supposedly your best friends date. You sigh, in the first place why did you even agree to her favor? Oh, what was her favor again? Right, her favor was that you go to her date instead of her since she didn't want to go on the blind date. But as usual, because she was persistent you agreed and now you’d have to look, sound and act possessed to shoo away the man.

You sat on the reserved table and waited for your “ Date” who was fifteen minutes late, what kind of man would let his date wait for fifteen minutes?! That is so not gentleman. When he finally arrived your jaw dropped, since when did god create something so beautiful? Now, now you were here to turn him off not to worship his handsome face and good physique.

The entire night you acted obnoxious, using your possessed acts to turn him off but the entire time he watched you with an amused look. He listened to your obnoxious eating, or you yapping about your dead goldfish. Disappointed? Nah, he seems more of amused than disappointed. Finally fed up because he doesn't look disappointed, you pulled your last card and spoke.

" You know, I go on dates very often and at times I make out with four to six guys each night." You spoke, like you weren't ashamed because of course it was all a lie to make him turned off.

" Oh? I suppose you're a good kisser then." He replied, and chuckled softly.

Welp, this was harder than you thought.