“No.” I lied.
He continued talking as I continued to stare. I couldn’t take him seriously. Not with the ridiculous thing above his upper lip. Was it smudged chocolate, or did the faint shadow actually qualify as a mustache? I hoped for chocolate, as that would actually be less embarrassing.
“Yes, that sounds great.” I lied again thankful the night of speed dating was over. It was another wasted evening, not one guy stood out in my mind. Just chocolate.
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