As my, still beating, heart bounces on the table before me, Corrine chooses the chocolate mousse from the dessert tray. The light begins to fade while I frantically try to figure out what led to this sudden turn of events.
“Meh. White chocolate… I should have picked the crème brûlée.”
My friends tried to warn me. Okay… I’ll admit I didn’t do so well when Cassia flaked-out on me. But that was months ago. And, it seemed to segue into my meeting Corrine. It was like fate had taken over. She approached me… and she let me know, early on, that she didn’t believe in stuff like fate, or superstition, or destiny. This was hard for me to grasp. I believe in everything.
My coin! My dollar coin! I kept it with me, in my change pocket, on every date with Corrine… until today. I was halfway to the restaurant when I realized I had forgotten it. I knew I should have gone back! I knew it!
My friends will say the problem was far less mystical. Sure, she has issues. Sure, she has a past. Who doesn’t? We learn from life. We become stronger.
“She is going to eat you alive. I don’t think you are ready for a girl like this. You may not survive this one.”
“Common guys,” I respond, “I am also tougher now. I have grown. Cassia was rough, but I am in a better place. I am ready for Corrine.”
“She will destroy you.”
“Pshaw! I can handle her. I am a survivor. You are talking to the new Igmar.”
“No. She will literally kill you. She is a cage fighter. That is what she does.”