Chris was never so relieved that a date was over in his entire life. He couldn’t get out of “Cindy’s” apartment fast enough. He sighed as the elevator doors started to close. Finally. Silence.

“Wait! Please, please, please! Hold the elevator.”  The voice was frantic female and the gentleman in Chris couldn’t not hit the door open button for her. Even if the last thing he wanted was to see another female after the night he had just had, he was going to be polite. He hit the button.  A petite brunette in jeans, a t-shirt, with her hair in a pony tail hopped in the elevator and immediately started hitting the door close button.  “Come on, close dammit.”

“Olivia?” Some guy was yelling in the hallway coming after her.

Olivia stepped to the side of the elevator and continued to hit the door close button repeatedly until the doors closed and they were safely descending the 20+ floors to the lobby.

“I can’t believe that asshole. He invited me over here. It was his invite. Yet he expects me to do all the work? Typical man.” She glanced at Chris. “No offense.”

“None taken.” He watched as she paced in the elevator, obviously frustrated. He felt the same way.

“Why are women only after money and status?” He heard himself saying.

Olivia looked up at him, shocked he was speaking to her. She stopped pacing.

“I’m not saying you’re like that, just women in general…” he clarified.

Olivia laughed. Wholeheartedly. Chris laughed too. It was a perfect moment.

“Do you want to get a drink with me across the street?” she asked. “We can rehash our nights and bitch to each other about the opposite sex.”

Chris couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this, but he was certain he heard himself say “Yes” in response. This was further substantiated by the fact that he was sitting at a bar with a strange woman doing tequila shots and having a great time.

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