Just One Date

Just One Date - Photo by Benjamin Cody on wikipedia
Photo by Benjamin Cody on wikipedia

As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is another vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled Just One Date.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did,” Vincent said seeing the thin apparition in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

“I know I dropped quite the large one,” a young brown-haired man said as he turned off the faucet next to Vincent and shook his hands above the sink, “But there’s no need to embarrass me about it.”

Vincent’s awkward attempts to apologize fell on deaf ears. The man gruffly dried his hands and left in silence. After this time confirming that nobody was in the bathroom with him, he turned and faced the poltergeist to continue their conversation.

“Did you not see me with my girlfriend? Could you not just let me enjoy the show?”

“I didn’t mean to get you all frosted,” said the homely specter wearing a soft sweater paired with a collared blouse and poodle skirt, “I thought nobody could actually see or hear me.”

Vincent sighed and turned towards the mirror. “One of the many benefits of being a medium.”

“You shouldn’t have flipped your wig.”

“Granted,” Vincent growled, “But it is really difficult to not lose your temper when you are constantly bombarded with ‘A flatter bum like you could do better than ole Miss Rhonda round-heels over here. You need a real dolly like me’ or words to that effect.”

“I was just cranked. Finally someone I could have a conversation with!”

“I suppose it’s my fault. I should have never acknowledged your presence. I should have just ignored you as you interrupted the show instead of asking you to keep quiet. Of all the theaters we could have gone, Kathy had to choose the Mount Baker Theatre. She didn’t believe it was haunted and why would she?”

A solemn expression washed over the phantom. “Do you think you and Kathy are splitsville?”

After a short pause, Vincent replied, “Probably, but not because I shouted tonight or got into an argument because of it. To be honest, Judy, it was bound to happen sooner than later. We are just two completely different individuals. Outside of the theater, we share very few like interests. Besides, she’s starting to act strange lately, dying her hair all sorts of weird colors.”

Judy smiled. “Then I have nothing to be sorry for because I helped you out.”

“How on earth have you come to that conclusion?”

“Your relationship was on the rocks anyway, I just sped up the process and by doing that, keeping you from being miserable.”

“I didn’t want to break up with her today and I don’t take kindly to strangers interloping with my love life.”

“Still, if you too were about to break up, I’m not sure you’re so upset. Oh wait, I get. The two of you were still hot and heavy, just not in love. I gotcha. Hey, I understand, I played my share of back seat bingo back in the day too.”

“What do you mean by ‘back seat bingo’?”

“You know, making out, necking in the car, that sort of thing.”

The young man’s cheeks turned red. “I think this conversation is over.”

Just before he could leave, Judy floated in front of him. “Hey Vincent, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Oh right,” Vincent said with a sigh, “The favor. Right, what do you want me to do?”

“I attended Bellingham High School not far from here. I was actually a pretty popular girl, I mean really radioactive especially ‘round the boys, but to tell the truth, it was mostly because I was fast. I made fun of Kathy but the truth is I was a bit of a round heel myself. Sad thing is, I never went out on an actual date. No guy was really interested in that. Until I met Wally.

Oh, he was a nerd. Thick glasses and all that. But he was kind, sweet, and gentle, if not a bit shy. His flat-top made him such a dreamboat.

He invited me to watch a show with him in this very theater.  Only,” a ghostly tear began to roll down her cheek, “I never got to see the show. I was hit by a car trying to cross the road. The father had turned to yell at his children from the front seat. He never saw me.”

“Is that why you’ve chosen to remain here?” Vincent asked, “Because you never got to see that show?”

Judy just nodded.

“You must have seen some shows during your time here, though.”

“I’ve never been able to actually see a show sitting next to a man, though. I want to know what it’s like to be on a real date.”

Vincent said nothing and wordlessly exited the bathroom, out the front door of the theater, and stood in silently with a bewildered Judy floating behind him ever the while.

After a long wait in that cold, October evening, he finally reached the ticket window where a perky young blonde girl practically shouted, “Hello sir! Just yourself?”

“No,” Vincent said, “Two tickets, please.” Though a bit confused, the vendor said nothing opting to simply collect his money and give him what he requested.

The ghost followed as Vincent entered the auditorium. He scanned the area and his eyes fell upon a couple of empty seats near the back. Vincent sat in one of the two empty seats. He then bade the apparition to sit next to him.

After a moment’s hesitation, a smile want over Judy’s face and she did as she was asked. A couple of times, patrons would ask if Judy’s seat was taken but Vincent insisted he was saving it for his date, much to Judy’s delight.

Both enjoyed the show. Though she verbalized almost nothing throughout, the grin on her face spoke volumes. Her smile never faded even as she did when the show reached its conclusion.

As the audience rose and cheered, Vincent remained seated.

“Thanks for a wonderful date, Vincent,” he muttered sarcastically.

If you enjoyed this story, then you will love Ghosts are Assholes, my novel that is available for purchase here. I would also urge you to share this story with others too if you enjoyed it and comment below. Thank you for reading my story.

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