After a few months of chatting online with Bob, Ellen had agreed to meet him for dinner, followed by a night out. Not having dated since her husband, Ken, passed away, she was rather nervous about it and had used just about every beauty tip in the book to get herself looking good… **** Ellen caught herself admiring the tight little ass of the young Italian waiter, as she followed him to the bar area where Bob, her date, was waiting. “Stop it Ellen!” she chastised, smiling, “He’s young enough to be your son!” She heard her name being called and she looked over to see where the voice had come from and there he was, Bob, seated at the bar. She recognised him immediately from the images they had exchanged online and as she approached, he slipped from his stool and stood, arms outstretched, to greet her, “Ellen! It’s so good to finally meet you, in the flesh!” She frowned slightly, thinking that he seemed to be a little shorter than he’d said. In fact, she had been fairly certain that he was going to be at the very least, a couple of inches taller than her, she liked that, a bigger man, but even if she’d not been wearing heels, she was sure he would not have matched her height. “No matter,” she thought, “I must have gotten it wrong and I guess it doesn’t really matter at the end of the day.” He took her hand and pulled her into an embrace, which not only gave her a close view of his thinning pate, but a strong whiff of his overpowering after shave. She screwed up her nose a little as he took hold of her face between his palms and tried to plant a wet kiss on her mouth, turning her head to the side so it landed on her cheek instead. “Dammit!” she thought, “He’d better not have smudged my make up.” “Come, come, Ellen, let’s get seated, shall we?” He took her hand in his. Noticing that it felt a little clammy, she wondered if he was as nervous as she was? He led her to the table and sat down, she stood awkwardly for a moment before the handsome Italian waiter pulled out her chair for her and offered to take her pashmina. She thanked him. Bob ordered two glasses of the house wine, “Red okay for you, Ellen?” “Erm, yes, I guess–” “Good, good,” he rubbed his hands together escort and took the proffered menu from the waiter and opened it. “Now, I was thinking I could just order for you, if that’s okay? I mean, you got to choose what we’re doing this evening, so, my turn to do this?” Ellen nodded. He leered at her then turned to the waiter and asked for the veal, for both of them. Her face dropped, “Oh god, I don’t eat veal,” but she didn’t want to offend him, so simply smiled sweetly. The waiter looked at her for a moment, raised and eyebrow and Ellen shrugged, almost imperceptibly. He gave a small smile and walked off. Bob, by this time, was poring over his mobile phone. He looked up at her, “Sorry, I just have to respond to a text, I won’t be a moment.” “It’s fine,” she smiled sweetly once more, taking in his appearance, noticing a small stain on his shirt and the way that his belly bulged over his trousers, making them look as though the button was holding on for dear life. Her mind wandered to her late husband, “Ken always kept himself in good shape.” Bob laughed harshly, tapping at the screen of his phone, “I am sorry,” he apologised again, looking up briefly before bringing the phone back to his face, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. There were small beads of perspiration forming on his face. Ellen could feel disappointment starting to creep in. This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined the evening going. Already, she couldn’t see herself taking him back to her hotel room and she was beginning to regret her decision to book it. “Oh well,” she thought, “it’s not all that much more expensive than a taxi would have been. At least I don’t need to worry about getting home.” She looked at Bob again, mouth open now as he poked at his screen. She stared for a moment, willing him to look up, but he didn’t, so instead she turned and began to look around the room at the other people in the restaurant. She had to admit that the food looked great as the waiters brought out starters, steaming Calzone, pasta dishes piled high with delicious-smelling sauces, pizzas and tasty-looking desserts. The crockery they removed from tables was mostly escort bayan empty, she thought that was a good sign. She watched happy faces. There were three businessmen, looking over an iPad and having an intense conversation, as they sipped their liqueur coffees. Families chatted animatedly, a father wiped his young son’s mouth as he sucked long messy strands of spaghetti between fat little pursed lips. A couple, leaning in close, shared a tender moment as they clinked their glasses together. “How am I ever going to pretend to enjoy the veal?” she pondered, stifling a shudder. A sudden bustle caused her to snap her head around and she saw two grinning waiters carrying a birthday cake which had fizzing sparklers all over it. She glanced at Bob, to share the moment, but he remained oblivious as the rest of the room began to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to an older gentleman wearing a shiny, pointed birthday hat and surrounded by his family and friends. She smiled at his excited expression, noticing the way that his elderly wife stroked his arm with a loving expression on her face. Ellen had a sudden pang as she thought of her own late husband. She knew for a fact that he would never have left her to her own devices like this. She felt a little cross with Bob as she looked back at him again, still engrossed in his texting. Maybe she was being too harsh? Perhaps, since she hadn’t really dated since her husband had died, she was setting herself unrealistic goals? Perhaps she was just behind the times, not up to date with the way things were done these days? Would anyone really be able to fill the large shoes her husband had once worn? Or maybe, well, maybe Bob was just rude. A polite cough derailed her train of thought as the handsome young waiter set down her wine glass. “Madame,” he smiled at her before turning and setting Bob’s glass down. “Thank you,” Bob replied brusquely, looking briefly at the waiter then dropping his phone back into his suit pocket and leaning over to Ellen to take her hand. Her first instinct was to draw back, but she mentally steadied herself and smiled at him. “Is everything okay? All sorted now?” “Yes,” he bayan escort smiled, “I’m so sorry about that, just something I had to sort out.” Ellen waited a moment, for an explanation, but when it never came, she said, “The food looks wonderful here.” “Yes, yes,” he dismissed, “Now tell me, where will the rest of the evening take us?” As he spoke, she felt his shoe brush against hers, sliding up her ankle. Surprised, she pulled back her leg. “You want to know now?” She asked, hoping that his heel hadn’t pulled a ladder in her tights. Bob leered, nodding, “Oh yes, I’ve been thinking about this all week. A whole evening together! So, tell me, what do you have planned for me?” Elen shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “Well, I thought that since we have such a good laugh when we chat, that something really fun was in order?” “Oh yes?” he leaned closer, rubbing her hand with his fingers, “I like the sound of fun. Tell me more…” “Well, I’ve booked us front row tickets to the circus!” she burst out, looking at him almost defiantly, willing him to find fault with her plans. His intense expression changed to surprise, “The circus? You mean with like, clowns and shit? Are you serious?” “Well, yes,” she smiled nervously, “I’ve always wanted to go to the circus but never have.” Just then, the waiter reappeared with a large plate balanced on each hand. “Excuse me, madame,” he winked at her and beamed, setting down a delicious looking plate before her, announcing, “the chicken!” He turned to Bob, “And the veal for sir, buon appetite!” Ellen could barely disguise her relief and her mouth began to water as she lifted her cutlery. “Wait a minute! Ellen, stop!” Bob barked, “I ordered the veal for both of us! Now, take that back and bring what I actually ordered!” The waiter capitulated, leaning forward to remove the plate, but Ellen put out her hands and stopped him, “No! Really, it’s fine. I’d actually prefer the chicken.” She was pretty certain that it hadn’t been a mistake at all, that he’d seen her expression when Bob had seen fit to simply order for her. The waiter apologised and left. Bob was muttering under his breath about bloody foreigners not understanding English as he began to cut up his meat. With a mouthful of veal and green beans, he looked up, “You know, Ellen, You look absolutely stunning. I mean, really fucking sexy. I’ve been so looking forward to this night.” He lifted a dripping forkful to his mouth, still talking as he stuffed in more food.