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Date Night: The Moth’s Perfect Date from Shift by Jeff Povey

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THE MOTH’S PERFECT DATE

Being in a wheelchair for most of my life hasn’t really made meeting girls easy.  Sorry.  I’ll rephrase that.  I meet lots of girls and they’re usually quite kind and pleasant and I help a few of them with their homework but no one has actually gone on a date with me.  Truth is I have never been on one and I’m nearly seventeen.  I know it must be difficult for a girl to look at me and imagine romance.  But if she were to get to know me and see inside then she’d soon find out I was a caring and kind person.  And I can be very witty. Or so Lucas, my best friend tells me.

If I did go on a date the girl in question wouldn’t even have to push me because I’ve got a battery powered chair and I could chug right alongside her.  It’s not very loud so she wouldn’t need to shout to be heard.  I sometimes try and put myself in the position of a prospective girlfriend and wonder how she’d take me home to meet her parents.  They’d obviously be thinking, well this is a bit weird, but I like to think I’d win them round eventually.  Most people really like me and I can talk about a wide range of subjects.  It helps that people think I’m super brainy and they tend to think I know more than they do.

So assuming I have met this girl and she likes me and we agree to meet up then my perfect date would be to meet up at a train station.  One with good wheelchair access and a porter with a ramp.  We’d get on and we’d go into London.  I really like Mexican food and I like films, so we would go to Leicester Square.  We’d get a black cab there because again a lot of them have small ramps stowed away in their boots.  The last thing I want is for my date to put her back out trying to shove me into a cab.  So we’d get some Mexican food and then we’d go to one of those thousand seat mega cinemas with the best sound system.  I wouldn’t really care too much what film was showing because I’d be too busy thinking, well this is just amazing.

She’d be blonde probably, I like blondes, and she’d be funny and intuitive and make clever comments about the film we were watching.  We’d have two straws in the same drink and our eyes would meet as we sipped and we’d stop and she would lean closer and we’d kiss.  In fact we’d miss half the film because we’d be kissing so much. Afterwards I would tell her to climb on the back of my wheelchair and I’d take her for a spin down to Trafalgar Square.  We’d be laughing the whole time, and I’d zoom after the pigeons, and do some crazy turns and spins and we’d probably get told off but we wouldn’t care.  Time would melt away and before we knew it we’d be heading for Kings Cross hoping to catch the last train home.  We’d only just make it and they’d even make it wait because they’d see I was in a wheelchair.  It has its advantages, such as getting on airplanes before anyone else and never getting picked for the rugby team.  We’d sit in silence holding hands the whole way back and then as she waited for her parents to come and pick her up from the station she’d whisper to me that she’d had the best night ever, and that we should it again sometime.  Her dad would get out of his car, come over and meet me.  He’d shake my hand and say his daughter had been talking about me a lot and she’d blush and tell him off in a kind way.  He’d offer me a lift but I’d tell him I’ve got my own wheels thanks.  I’d watch them drive off and she would wave and I’d wave back and then I’d whirr on home smiling to myself the whole way.  In truth it would feel like flying and I’d love to say my feet would never touch the ground, but they rarely ever do.  Well not unless I crash into something and topple out.  When I eventually climb into bed there’d already be ten text messages from her and we’d spend another few hours just texting.  I wouldn’t be tired, I wouldn’t feel semi useless or unwanted.  I’d feel like everyone else feels when things like this happen to them.  I’d feel perfect.

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Date Night with Garrett and Carina from Unconditional By Melody Grace

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I am delighted to welcome Garrett and Carina to Book Angel Booktopia today to share their ideal Date Night :)

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GARRETT: A perfect date to me is pretty much the beach, a cold beer, and a burger.

CARINA: Real romantic.

GARRETT: Aww, OK, I’m going to have to put some effort into this.

CARINA: You can put a shirt on at least.

GARRETT: You don’t usually complain about it, darlin’.

CARINA: (flustered) OK, where were we? A perfect date. Well, to tell the truth, Garrett had it right the first time around. I’ve been wined and dined at all the fancy restaurants, but what really makes a date perfect is the person you’re spending it with. But, I do think dates should be special – a moment out of your regular lives – so it’s fun to put on a cute outfit and do something romantic.

GARRETT: Like movie night.

CARINA: (blushes) Or a dinner, just the two of you.

GARRETT: I like to keep things simple, so I’d say, we could take a drive together, and have a sunset picnic on the beach.

CARINA: See, you can be romantic when you want! A beach picnic is a great date, especially if you find a secluded cove somewhere with plenty of privacy…

GARRETT: I think that’s our cue to get out of here (winks).

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Date Night with Pixie and Levi from Best Kind of Broken

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Pixie and Levi’s Ideal Date

THE SHORT ANSWER

A picnic on a soft blanket spread out on a quiet football field under the stars.

 THE LONG ANSWER

“What’s your ideal date?” Levi asks, trailing his blue eyes over her face with a grin.

“Hmm.” Pixie tilts her head in thought. “A picnic, on a soft blanket, in a grassy field, under the stars.” She looks at him. “What’s your ideal date?”

“A football game,” he says.

She laughs. Then shakes her head with a shrug. “A football game?”

He smiles. “What?” His eyes narrow. “Don’t act like you don’t like football as much as I do.”

“I love football,” she says. “But that doesn’t mean I want to have a romantic meal in the stands surrounded by a roaring crowd.”

“Okay.” He scratches his cheek with an amused expression. “What about a picnic, on a soft blanket, spread out on a grassy football field, late at night when the game is over, the stars are out, and the crowds are gone.” He leans in. “How does that sound?”

“That sounds…” She leans up on her tiptoes so their mouths are nearly touching and slowly smiles. “That sounds just about perfect.”

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Date Night with Matt and Bryn from Savor by Monica Murphy

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OMG how excited am I that Matt and Bryn are here at Book Angel Booktopia to share their ideal date night *SWOON*

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Matt: So hmmm…the ideal date night with Bryn. This could get interesting.  Do I need to watch what I say?

Bryn: *slugs Matt in the arm* What? Are you going to suggest something X-rated?

Matt: *rubs his arm* Maybe? And damn woman, can you throw a punch.

Bryn: You big baby. Okay, the perfect date night with Matt would include him dressed in a suit because have you seen him in a suit? Oh my. If he’s wearing a suit, then I need to wear a pretty dress with my highest heels because I know he likes my legs.

Matt: I do. I like everything about you.

Bryn: Aw. *leans in for a kiss* He would take me out to dinner, at a very small, very intimate restaurant that not many people know about but they have the best food ever. There would be wine and candlelight and flirtatious banter and delicious food and lots of staring at each other from across the table. My hands would itch to touch him and finally I’d reach out and caress his hand, entwine our fingers…

Matt: Bryn. Baby. You need to slow down because this is making me kind of hot.

Bryn: *rolls eyes* It doesn’t take much, you know. Anyway, finally we’d leave the restaurant and after a few long, slow kisses in the parking lot leaning against the car, he’d finally take me back home, drag me into the bedroom and then…

Matt: Yeah?

Bryn: The door shuts because I’m not about to go into detail over what happens next.

Matt: Damn. You’re no fun.

Bryn: Since you’re the one who asked if you should watch what you say, go for it. Leave nothing to the imagination.

Matt: Really?

Bryn: *shrugs* Sure, why not?

Matt: All righty then. I’ve been given permission. I like Bryn’s suggestion, going out to dinner but her idea is too formal. With my version, I’d wear jeans and a T-shirt and she’d wear little denim shorts and a shirt that scoops low in the front.

Bryn: Oh my God, you big pervert.

Matt: Hey. This is my ideal date. So we’d go to a burger joint and order the messiest burgers you’ve ever seen and a big plate of fries, plus a pitcher of beer. I’d get her a little buzzed because she’s damn cute when she’s drunk. Then I’d challenge her to play some pool. She’s pretty good at it. But my real motive is to watch her bend over the table in those short shorts. Or if I’m standing across from her, so I can catch a look down her shirt.

Bryn: You really are a pervert.

Matt: I’m a pervert for you. I have no shame. Okay, so I let her win the pool game because she’ll jump up and down and everything bounces real nice. Catch my drift? Then after a few long, slow kisses out in the parking lot, I’ll push her into the car and race home. I’ll drag her into the bedroom and peel off that low-cut shirt, then her too short shorts…

Bryn: And then?

Matt: *grins* And then I’ll slam the door shut because what goes on between us is our business.

Bryn: You big tease. *smiles and leans in to kiss her man*

Matt: That’s what you like best about me, right?

Bryn: Absolutely.

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Date Night with Maddy and Colin from Shaken Not Stirred by Alyssa Rose Ivy

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I am super excited to welcome such a cute couple to Book Angel Booktopia today. Please welcome Maddy and Colin to share their perfect date night with us. Thanks to Alyssa for sharing them with us today xx

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Maddy’s Perfect Date:

I’ve thought about this question more than I want to admit. I don’t like to consider myself one of those girls who needs over the top romantic gestures—but sometimes we all need a little romance.

My perfect date involves a moonlit boat ride, chocolate covered strawberries, and my date playing a song he wrote specifically for me. If he happens to also include champagne, some Italian food, and a surprise or two, I wouldn’t mind either.

Colin’s perfect Date:

My perfect date is a night with Maddy, a nice bottle of wine, and complete privacy. I’d make sure to leave my cell phone behind and bring all of her favorite things.  I’d also be sure to come up with at least a handful of surprises. I love making her smile, and surprising her is a great way to bring a smile to her face.

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SYNOPSIS

Finding the perfect guy is like mixing the perfect drink. It’s all about the taste and presentation.

Maddy’s gone off the deep end, at least that’s what her family thinks when she handles her med school rejections by moving to the Outer Banks. It doesn’t help that she’s paying her bills by bartending and is sharing walls with two guys, even if one of them is her childhood best friend.

Her choice of men seems more balanced on the surface—Colin is driven, sexy, and gainfully employed, but she can’t help spending her Thursday nights searching for the perfect drink for Lyle, whose music captivates her with its haunting lyrics. Maddy believes everyone has a perfect drink—and finding Lyle’s isn’t a challenge she’s willing to lose.

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