Jack's own face scorned him as it looked back from the restroom mirror.

“What can I do?” He asked the reflection as he checked his teeth for rogue food and praying somehow, he would get an answer to his dilemma.

The window was too small for an escape and he couldn’t stay in the restroom all night. Jack sighed, fixed his tie and made his way back to the restaurant.

Internet dating, he knew it came with a risk, blind dating for people too lazy, impatient, or desperate. Jack wasn’t sure which category he fell into.

Its not that he found her so ugly that he wouldn’t take her to bed, his standards stooped lower than snakes belly when it came to sex. She wasn’t too fat; he even liked the way mounds of flesh stuck out like mini pyramids, sliced through the gaps in her fishnet stockings. Besides, he had a thing for plumper, voluptuous women. He blamed his Aunt Vera and a summer at Skegness when he was twelve for this fetish.

The high pitched giggle annoyed him, he had better conversations with drunks, she did over do it with the make-up and she probably lied about her age. All these traits rolled into one didn’t put him off.

It was the silliest of things. Even with Jack's low standards he just couldn’t take to a woman who drank out of a pint glass, it wasn’t right.

The swing door reverberated at speed when she left. Jack shrugged his shoulders at the waiter. He had seen it all before, uninterested he shrugged back and went about his business tidying tables.

Asking a date if she 'took it up the arse' was a gamble, but it worked a treat and the black eye was a small price to pay.

Jack finished his drink, paid the bill and made his way home.