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A reluctant young woman decides to throw caution to the wind and go on her first date, what\'s the worst that could happen?
The Blind Date by Joe Solmo
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Cassandra wasn\\u2019t like most teen girls. She didn\\u2019t enjoy the same things that the other girls in school did. She didn\\u2019t chase after boys, or dressed in the latest fashions. It was a rare sight to see Cassandra wearing make-up on a day other than Halloween.

That was the only holiday that Cassandra cared about. She felt that was the only night she could actually be herself. She loved reading gothic horror, curled up on her bed. Her bookshelf was lined with the classics, Dracula, Frankenstein, and Dr. Jekyll to name a few. The newer romantic take on the classics made her feel sick and angry. They were taking her beloved stories and twisting them to attract the same people she loathed and escaped into the books from.

Cassandra had one person she would really call a friend. A girl two years older than her started talking to her in the lunch room one day. Betty was her name. She dressed in all black clothes and dyed her hair as black as she could. Cassandra adopted her look almost instantly. They shared a lot of the same interests.

The only difference between the two was that Betty was interested in the opposite sex. She occasionally had a boyfriend, and the time the two friends shared sometimes was strained, but Cassandra really didn\\u2019t worry. She would just dive into a book until Betty and her boyfriend of the week broke up.

Betty had a volatile temperament, especially with her boyfriends. None of her relationships lasted a month. One time she came over to Cassandra\\u2019s house with a black eye. Her boyfriend at the time, Randy punched her in the face. Betty said she cut Randy with a switchblade she carried at all times. Randy lived a few towns over so Cassandra never met him, or seen him to verify the story.

\\u201cCome on Cassandra, a boyfriend might do you some good,\\u201d Betty chided one time. She laughed it off at the time, but truthfully sometimes she did think about it. Having someone to share her dreams with, other than Betty, wouldn\\u2019t be so bad, she told herself.

After almost a year of joking around Betty started to get insistent, especially after meeting her newest boyfriend Brandon. She had met Brandon on a new Goth dating site. Cassandra warned her against it, but Betty argued that the site screens all the people on there. On their first date Cassandra followed them, just in case, but everything went well.

\\u201cCassandra come on, just make a profile, then you can see who\\u2019s on there. You never know, maybe your future husband is on there,\\u201d Betty said applying her black lipstick in Cassandra\\u2019s vanity mirror. She had a date with Brandon later that evening and was getting ready at Cassandra\\u2019s house because she could borrow her clothes.

\\u201cMaybe it\\u2019s not a husband you\\u2019re after, they have women too,\\u201d Betty said with a laugh and playfully tossed the lipstick at her friend.

\\u201cOh stop,\\u201d Cassandra said back.

\\u201cWell, what are you? Asexual?\\u201d Betty asked.

\\u201cI just think getting a boyfriend is more trouble than its worth. I don\\u2019t need some asshole calling me when I have fifty pages left of my favorite book,\\u201d Cassandra said as she pulled a black lacy dress from her closet. \\u201cHere, wear this one, it will make you look slutty. Brandon will love it.\\u201d

\\u201cI wouldn\\u2019t want to lead him on,\\u201d Betty said. They both looked at each other and smiles crept onto their faces. They both burst out with laughter. It wasn\\u2019t like Betty slept around, but if the mood struck her then she wouldn\\u2019t be shy with her boyfriend. It was cool for the guys to sleep with any girl they could, but if the kids at school saw Betty doing it they would call her a slut. That was probably why Betty dated boys from out of town, Cassandra thought.

Betty\\u2019s phone dinged with a text message and Cassandra used that interruption to check her hair in the mirror. It was time to dye her roots again. She would have to run out to the drug store. She heard Betty laugh, and looked at her friend.

\\u201cWhat\\u2019s so funny?\\u201d Cassandra asked.

\\u201cBrandon, he is so funny. He asked me if he should bring condoms,\\u201d Betty replied.

\\u201cYou guys have only been dating for like two weeks, Jesus!\\u201d Casandra said.

\\u201cYeah but he has been real good to me so far, he deserves a treat,\\u201d Betty said in a playful voice and slapped her ass.

\\u201cYou\\u2019re too much,\\u201d Cassandra said with a smile and rolled her eyes.

A short time later, after Betty left, Cassandra sat in her room with a copy of In a Glass Darkly. It was the seventh time she read the collection of short stories by Sheridan Le Fanu. Her eyes kept drifting from the written word to her laptop Betty had left open on the end of her bed. After the third time she sighed and put the book down.

She typed in the web address for the gothic singles site Betty had used to find Brandon. I\\u2019ll only look around for fun, and to shut Betty up, she thought as she began to make a profile. She took a selfie with her cell and uploaded it to her profile.

Once that was done she browsed through a few men\\u2019s profiles looking superficially at them. She grew bored a few minutes later and put her phone down. She looked back towards her book, but she wasn\\u2019t in the mood, so she popped in the DVD of Ginger Snaps, her favorite werewolf movie.

After a few minutes a ding came from her phone. \\u201cUh, Betty,\\u201d she said picking up her phone, but saw it wasn\\u2019t a text message at all. It was a notification from the Goth dating website. Someone had viewed her profile and wanted to chat.

She didn\\u2019t know what to do. She couldn\\u2019t actually talk to a guy, could she? Even over the internet she wasn\\u2019t sure she would have the confidence enough to talk to someone in that manner. She tapped her finger on the thumbnail image to open his profile, but it instead it opened the chat window.

\\u201cFuck!\\u201d she said as she saw the mystery guy was typing. She looked at the enlarged photo of him. He had shoulder length black hair. He wore a black leather jacket in his picture. She looked at the name attached to the profile. Jeremy, 19.

He was cute, she had to admit, as she scrolled through his information.

Ba-ding!
A new message from Jeremy. She tapped on the notification.
Hi there, I\\u2019m Jeremy and I love reading horror. I listen to goth music and just graduated. You look real pretty in your profile picture.
Even though he wasn\\u2019t there in person, she blushed anyway. No one ever called her pretty before, well except for Betty, but that didn\\u2019t count. Even her own parents, that mostly left her alone, never complimented her on anything.
\\u201cWhat should I say?\\u201d she whispered out loud as she looked at her phone. She began to type a message, then deleted it. After a few tries she finally got out what she wanted to say, sort of.
Thanks! You\\u2019re pretty too, I LOVE horror!
She looked back at her message after hitting send. \\u201cOh God damnit!\\u201d she exclaimed. \\u201cYou\\u2019re pretty too? What the fuck is wrong with me?\\u201d
She saw that he was typing back to her and she cringed imagining his response to her. She knew that she wasn\\u2019t ready to chat with a guy! She wasn\\u2019t cool like Betty. She wished her friend were here now to tell her what to say. She would probably tell her to send a pic of her boobs.
Um thanks\\u2026what kind of music do you listen too?
Well that wasn\\u2019t as bad as she thought. He just thanked her. She thought about what to say back.
Mostly local music. Have you ever been to The Freezer? She asked. It was a local club that she had been too. One of Betty\\u2019s old boyfriends had a band and they went a few times. Some of the bands she actually enjoyed, except for Betty\\u2019s boyfriends, they were terrible.
The Club over on 34th? I\\u2019m there right now. Chum Trail is playing tonight. They start in a half an hour, you should come out!
She hadn\\u2019t heard of a band called Chum Trail before. She thought about it, but she had never been there without Betty. She wasn\\u2019t sure she could do it. She quickly texted her friend to get some advice.
Are you coming?
Jeremy messaged her. She waited a few more seconds. \\u201cCome on Betty, you twat, message me back,\\u201d she said to her phone. A minute passed and still nothing.
Hello?
She felt bad for not messaging Jeremy back, but she was indecisive. She wasn\\u2019t the outgoing person Betty was and sometimes she was content just to follow in the wake of her friend. She sighed as she looked at her phone laying on the black comforter on her bed. Finally she couldn\\u2019t stand it no more and picked up her phone. She opened the messaging app and started to type to Jeremy that she couldn\\u2019t make it tonight, but some other time, but she only got two letters typed before she received a text from Betty.
WTF GO!
\\u201cI knew she would say that,\\u201d Cassandra said and let out the breath she didn\\u2019t realize she was holding.
OK
She typed it to Jeremy and flinched when she hit send. She could always not go and say something came up, anyway.
Sweet! I\\u2019ll be outside waiting for you!
Ah shit. Now she had to go. She jumped off the bed and looked into the closet her and Betty had destroyed earlier to dress Betty up. Now it was her turn. Although she was very apprehensive about going she had to admit she was excited as well. She fixed her hair in the mirror quick and then put on the black lipstic'