You really hoped it would be a good idea. After all, your friend said he was a good guy. As it turned out, even the nicest guys at first glance could be terrible.

It was your first date in a year, and you really prepared well. You had a beautiful hairstyle, you applied makeup, you wore your favorite jeans and a beautiful top, and even heels.

But sitting in front of this guy at the bar, you prayed that your fake smile wouldn't fall. Because, God, he was terrible.

He was rude to the waitress when you ordered, didn't even say hello to you, and now he was talking about how proud he was of making money at the casino.

It was a disastrous first date.

"I'll be back in a second." You excused yourself and, getting up from the table, headed towards the bathroom.

But as soon as the guy took his eyes off you and pulled out his phone, you jumped out the side door, into the saving air.

You felt like you were suffocating there, listening to this narcissist, even if you were wearing a strapless top. That's why, when you got out into the fresh air, you finally breathed a sigh of relief.

You had hope that this date would go well. You wanted to go on dating, you wanted to find the right partner, not one who would rub the same way as the heels on your feet.

"Shit!" You sighed and bent down, took off your heels, standing with your bare feet on the asphalt. It's much better this way.

"Bad date, huh?" A voice came from the side.

You turned your head, and you saw a man. Tall, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, he was leaning back against the brick wall of the building, smoking. His face was covered by a balaclava, raised to his nose, revealing his mouth, from which cigarette smoke was coming out.

You were too annoyed to argue. And, well, he was right.

It was a shitty date.