Doesn't Everyone Lie about being Preggers once in their Lives?
As I start to introduce Alessandro Kate cuts me off, “Emma, what are you doing drinking wine? You know you should never do that while being pregnant!” I immediately spit out my red wine all over the place due to the forgotten memory that I had told Kate I was (Preggers). I knew I was screwed and I had no idea how I was going to explain myself especially as Kate continued to hover over our table.
“Is this true? Are you pregnant?” Alessandro asks with a calm look on his face that made me realize I was dealing with and adult and he was dealing with a hot mess while Kate stood with her arms crossed, eyes blazing at me with the deepest bitch face known to man. I felt like I had only seconds to say something before a huge bomb was about to explored at this little Italian restaurant. “Do I tell Alessandro I might have exaggerated about being pregnant because Kate caught me at a low point in my life at the frozen food section or do I keep pretending I was preggers?” I think to myself. “Me? Preggers??” I smirked as I took a huge gulp of my merlot. “You must have me confused with one of your other girlfriends because I'm not pregnant; being pregnant is nowhere near my radar.” I hiccup while taking another swig of wine than I stood up from my chair, “Great seeing you Kate! Hope you find your friend that is newly pregnant.” I say while giving her a goodbye get the hell out of here hug. After the insincere hug to Kate, I notice Alessandro signing the tap to our dinner with not much expression to his face, but I knew what he was thinking though and it wasn’t “I wonder when I can take this girl out again?”
Alessandro escorted me to his car. “Oh thank you kind sir.” I wave to Alessandro as I sit down in the passenger seat. “What the hell was that I thought? Why did I just say that? Pull it together Emma, your idiot side is taking over the date!” Alessandro grins at me as he starts the car. You know those awkward quiet moments you have while riding in a car with someone you don’t know well so you try to think of anything to say make it less awkward? This was one of those moments times ten. Alessandro turns to me to ask with a smirk on his face, “who’s the baby daddy?”
“Listen, for the record, I’m one hundred percent not pregnant I just had a moment in life where I may or may have said I was pregnant without really being pregnant…..I promise it was the first time I have ever lied that I was pregnant.” I rambled on as my arms fling everywhere hoping whatever was coming out of my mouth made sense instead of sounding like a crazy person. By the time my rambling had ended we had arrived at my apartment, Alessandro pulls towards me to give me a kiss on the cheek then tells me to get some rest and that he would give me a call later this week, but I knew just like any other girl that had a wreck of a date that was code for “See ya later, crazy.”
As walked closer to my front door I paused and tore off these bitch of heels that I hate so much while praying that Aunt Irene would be somewhere, anywhere but my apartment making a mess with her new “Expo” idea. I close my eyes and think to myself, “Please no Irene, please no Irene,” hoping chanting this request would actually make my chances of no Aunt Irene possible. I open the door and immediately I hear, “Emma! So glad you’re home I want to show you this new app that I’m going to use, come, come.” Aunt Irene waves her hand in mention to get me to come over. I take a seat next to my aunt slightly turning my head towards her phone screen thinking whatever she’s about to show me isn’t worth me really paying attention to. My Aunt goes to put on her cat eye bedazzled reading glasses, “Check this out Emma, the app is called Tinder and look I put myself on it all by myself!” As I hear the words Tinder I take a double take at her phone, "Tinder? Do you actually know what this app is for??”
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