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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 16:49:15 No.68153270 Report
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Post E2, Inco and Olivia have broken up. A year or so later he's on a blind date and it turns out to be Mia.
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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 19:03:36 No.68156504 Report
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>The table was silent after the waiter came by to offer water.
>Inco was looking down at his plate. What horrid luck. Of all the people to end up on a blind date with...
>He looks up. There sits Mia, in a surprisingly simple dress (A pinkish-reddish-violet, as is to be expected), staring a hole into him silently.
>Her hair is different. Gone are the low-hanging bangs of her Senior year, replaced by an assymetrical blunt bob. It actually looks quite nice on her.
"...Well? You gonna say somethin'?"
>He sighs. No point in delaying things.
"...Hi, Mia. Didn't know you were, ah... y'know."
"What, dating? Ben and I broke up in Freshman year. I'm not doing long distance."
>I cringe.
"...Did Ben take it well?"
>She shrugs, grabbing a piece of bread and spreading butter over it.
"What do you think?"
>The cringe evolves into an uncomfortable grimace.
"If you're done quizzing me about my high school boytoy, I should ask you the same thing. Weren't you Miss Better-Than-Everyone's little helper? What, did she kick you out of your doghouse?"
>Yeah. This is what I was afraid of. Even a year after our breakup, my instinctual need to defend that... that... woman flares up. It doesn't have the energy to go anywhere, though. It's been ground down to a nub.
"I... No. We, ah, broke up a year ago."
>Her eyebrow raises. She's looking up at me, paused mid-bite of the bread. There's some chewing and swallowing before I get a response.
"Huh. She really did get tired of you, then, huh?"
"What? No!"
>I force myself to settle down a bit. I hadn't meant to raise my voice.
"...I mean, no. She, we... Things were rough. We weren't working out, and there was a fight and... and we broke up after it."
>Uncomfortable memories force their way back into my mind. Her shock. Her anger. Her desperation. She was wailing when I packed my bags.
>God, I abandoned her.
>No. I didn't. Don't think that way, Inco, things will get worse again. You couldn't keep living like that.
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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 19:04:37 No.68156535 Report
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>A disgusted sigh breaks me out of my thoughts. She's looking at me with disdain.
>...When did the appetizers get here?
"You aren't over her, are you?"
"What?"
"Baldie, it's written all over your face."
>She transfers one of the faux-bacon-and-cheddar boxties onto her plate, not hesitating to start eating.
"You cut ties with her - or she cut ties with you, it doesn't matter - a YEAR ago and you're STILL simping over that whiny little bitch."
>She stuffs her mouth with a slightly-too-large bite.
"You're pathetic."
>I frown. Yeah, this is going about as well as I expected when I saw that Mia was my date. I grab my own and start eating as well.
"Whatever. That's your opinion. I've been doing pretty well since. Picked up photography again. You?"
"Whaddaya mean, again?"
>It takes a moment, but she puts together the pieces before I can say anything. Shit.
"Right, you didn't declare any college at graduation. Lemme guess, you dropped out and propped up that sorry sack of shit for three years, right? Bet she never said 'Thank you'. The croco-cunt can't think of anything past her own snout."
>She has a good memory. This is actually getting worse than I expected.
"Look, Mia. Can you please just answer my question?"
>She huffs, rolling her eyes.
"Fine. I'm enrolled at at VBU. Going into their graduate program next semester."
>I cock my head. She looks at me expectantly.
"Y'know, VBU? The business school?"
>My eyebrows raise.
"Oh. O-oh! I, uh..."
"What? You thought I was stupid? Inco, how the fuck would I have been able to run circles around you two if I was a retard? Actually, don't answer that. Anyone at that school could've done that, you two were morons."
"No! No. I, uh, just thought you'd do something more... hands on. Like a mechanic."
>She shrugs.
"That's a backup."
>Before long, the dinner arrives. I don't actually know what her dish is called, it's some traditional herbivore meal. I just got penne alfredo with chicken.
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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 19:05:37 No.68156559 Report
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>We begin to eat in silence. Then, she breaks it.
"...Inco. How long have you been dating? Has it been a whole year?"
>I look up at her, suddenly very wary. I notice something.
>...She hasn't been smiling this whole date. Not even when she was making fun of Olivia.
"What? I'm not going to-"
"Just answer the goddamn question, baldie."
"...Yeah."
>She doesn't say anything. She just shakes her head. The dinner continues in silence.
>The check comes. I am about to pay for both of us, but she demands to pay her half. I usually insist on dates, but I'm not about to get into a fight with Mia. Those tend to end poorly.
"...Look."
>I turn to her, surprised. I was about to sign off on the receipt and take off. There's... a strange expression on her face. Like 'Do I really have to be the one to say this?'.
"Inco. You fell for the worst person in that entire school. Olivia is - not was, because I know for a fact she hasn't changed - pathetic. You let her drive her wheelchair all over you, because you were spineless."
>She lets out a little huff. I feel my heart sink in my chest.
"And then, when you had the chance to get the fuck out of dodge, you stuck with her for three more years. I mean, whatcha expect, her to stand up and start acting like a normal woman?"
>I'm glad I have sunglasses on. I don't want her to see the look in my eye.
"And here you are. Going on blind dates for a year straight, trying to find someone to replace her in your heart. Because apparently you'll die if you go more than eight hours without being stepped on by a woman. Y'know why you haven't found another girl yet?"
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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 19:06:38 No.68156590 Report
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>She leans over the table. Her voice drops low.
"Because you still are spineless. You're a fucking joke, Inco. Hooking up with someone isn't going to make you STOP being a fucking joke. If you really wanna feel better, stop with this coping trope bullshit, stop trying to find a woman to make everything feel better, and fucking grow a pair."
>She then stands up. I'm left a bit shocked, the sinking sadness confused. Did she just... give me advice? Genuine advice?
>She turns back to look at me over her shoulder.
"If it wasn't already obvious, we're not having a second date. Goodbye, Inco. If you aren't a man by the next time we bump into each other, I'm putting you in a wheelchair."
>I watch her leave. My hand finds the dating app on my phone without my consent.
>Maybe I should take her advice.

>I tap my screen. Subscription canceled.