Well, its August! And you know what that means? It’s time to submit your worst first date stories for my Best Worst First Date Contest.
The participant with the best worst first date story will have her story included in my work-in-progress, Dreams of Perfection.
In honor of that contest, all my six sentence posts this month will be from Dreams of Perfection. Now here are six sentences from one of Darcy’s many first dates:
Darcy sat across the table from her date in a trendy new Soho restaurant. He’s no Blake Garrett, she thought, as she slathered butter on her bread. Blake is . . . perfect. But why wouldn’t he be? She’d created him.
Only listening with half an ear, she nodded her head at something he said.
Stay tuned for more, and don’t forget to tell your story.