Valentine’s Day Story

This is an excerpt from a story that I’ve been working on for awhile now. The story, is called “New Beginnings” and I figured it was appropriate to publish this excerpt on Valentine’s day. Let me know what you think!

The smell of the place struck him as awkward. The musty smell, the incense, the music. It was definitely, an off the wall place, which is exactly what he wanted when he picked this place. He wanted something unconventional, and that’s what he got.

The restaurant was dimly lit, with hard wood floors that seemed to amplify your footsteps and carpets covering every square inch of the walls and ceiling but none of the floor.

Yep, the restaurant definitely had “atmosphere.”

“Something tells me that those carpets don’t get cleaned very often,” he thought to himself.

Despite that, he still managed to get a “This place is great isn’t it?” and was surprised by how legitimately excited he sounded.

“Yes” she answered demurely, which was very much out of character for her.

This was their first date since having had a big discussion about how they needed to spend more time apart from each other.

Basically he was told to find someone else who wanted to spend time with him, because she didn’t want to be with him anymore. Of course, it didn’t help that it was his wife talking, and not just a casual friend or a girlfriend or some random girl he happened to be fucking.

Not that it mattered at this point.

They ordered their appetizers or “apps”, as they liked to call them, back in a different time and place.

Back when things were fun.

Back when things were “fine”.

The waitress came to their table and left a bowl with something green in it.

“What is this green stuff?” He asked

“I think that’s the cucumber Jell-O” she posited.

“Oh… Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, you can have it all”. He didn’t like the texture of it, or maybe it was his nerves that suddenly robbed him of his appetite.

The relationship had deteriorated to the point where they could barely stand to be in the same room with each other.

Had he been honest with himself, he would have admitted that he really didn’t mind being told to find some friends to spend time with. He didn’t want to spend time with her either.

He felt like they had made that “death do us part” commitment and they should follow through with it, regardless of how they felt about one another.

Their silence filled the room.

After what seemed like an eternity, the waitress returned.

“May I take your order ma’am?”

“I’ll have the Lamb Stew”

“And I’ll have the Lamb Shish kabobs”

“Lamb Kabobs” said the waiteress

“Yes, Lamb Kabobs” he corrected himself.

This “date” was supposed to have taken place the night before. But, 10 minutes before they were supposed to go out, she told him that she’d rather go out with her friends.

Her “invisible” friends as he liked to call them since he’d never actually met nor seen any evidence that these people actually existed beyond hearing her talk about them. There were no phone calls from them, no pictures of them, no emails with them, but these “friends” always had something to do and they always wanted her to come along.

They always had something to do that was more important to her than spending time with him.

In the not so distant past, like with many couples, they couldn’t bare to be apart from each other. They spent almost every waking and sleeping moment together. In love.

“In love.”

That was all in the past now.


Rafael is an aviation geek, a consumer advocate, a dad, a multiple personality blogger, a photographer, politically opinionated, a videographer and many other things as well.