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rude and inconsiderate for not wanting to wait for her to get a refill on popcorn on their way out of the theater. The man noted that the refill wasn't free and that the woman argued with the concession attendant for a good fifteen minutes over it, causing a scene until a manager was finally called over and they gave her the refill just to get rid of her. He said he'd never been so embarrassed on a date in all of his life, and I honestly can't blame him.
    Then the woman goes on to say that we should give her several free months of service for not being able to match her with someone compatible. When she demands to speak to my manager, I gladly hand her over to Freddie, who shoots her back to me like a boomerang. Things should have ended then, but she continued to argue with me for another thirty minutes. Unfortunately, I can't call security on her unless I feel threatened or she makes a sexual advance on me, neither of which happened. So I'm stuck listening to her whiny demands until she finally runs out of steam and decides to leave on her own...nearly half an hour after my shift ends.
    I'm never happier than when I can stamp banned on her file and toss it into my basket to be placed in the Inactive Clients/Restricted cabinet. No one should have to deal with someone like that.
    I groan as I look at the clock, realizing that I have just enough time to go home and get ready for my date for the night before I have to head back out. I had really hoped I could delve into the mystery of BoxPup and Colton Larsen some more, but it will have to wait.
    I speed home and make an attempt to look decent. Since this is another guy from the internet and I no longer trust guys from the internet, I'm damn sure not going to overdress this time. I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark green tank top, pairing the outfit with black strappy sandals. Then I pull my hair into a high ponytail and paint on a light layer of nude makeup.
    Richard, the guy I'm meeting, is fifteen years my senior and the vice principal of a high school. He's not really my type, but at least he has a stable career and seems to have a good head on his shoulders.
    He picks me up at six o'clock, and it feels like the opposite of my date with Stephen. This time, I'm the one who is underdressed, but it's too late to think about that now. His dark hair is slicked to the side. He's wearing a pink pinstripe shirt tucked into a pair of gray slacks. There's a matching gray tie with a pink diamond pattern around his neck. His cologne hits me like a slap as soon as I open the door to him. It's not a repulsive scent, but I'm definitely not fond of it. It makes him smell old, for lack of a better description. A mixture of aftershave and something I'm pretty sure my grandfather used to wear. His smile is charming and brilliant though.
    “ Well, don't you look gorgeous.” He takes me all in.
    “ Thank you.”
    “ I was going to pick a restaurant for us tonight, but I figured that I'd let you decide for our first date. I'm interested to see what you'd pick.”
    For our first date, huh? Cocky much? He's already thinking about a second date. I'm not even sure I like him enough for a second date yet.
    I grumble inwardly, not liking being put on the spot. He could have told me earlier that he wanted me to pick something.
    I shift my weight, trying to figure out what I'm in the mood for. To be honest, ever since I found out my job might be in danger, my appetite has been nonexistent. The only reason I didn't cancel the date was because my therapist would gritch at me for it. I'm supposed to be going out on dates with anyone I feel I might be somewhat compatible with.
    Frustrated and not in the mood to put any more thought into it, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Let's go to Olive Garden.”
     
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    At the restaurant, Richard is pleasant enough, but I can't help being bored as he tells me stories of his world travels. He talks about these places like he