Chuck was a man not much different from other men. He had his problems just like anyone else. Most of Chuck's problems resulted from the fact that he had a mole on his face. This mole was no different than any other mole in the world, except that this mole was located in a particularly odd place, right on the bridge of Chuck's nose.
It was after this that Chuck stopped going out, he didn't want to be hurt like that again. He avoided human contact when at all possible. It was like he was no longer human, just a body. His spirit and his sould died that morning. And only a low threshhold for pain kept the body from dying.
This mole made it hard for Chuck to get a woman to take a second look at him, and when they did give him a second look, it was usually just to get a better look at his strangely positioned mole.
When he tried talking to ladies, he heard every type of rejection from "sorry, I have a boyfriend," to, "sorry, I'm a lesbian." From "I'm not ready for a relationship right now," to, "get the hell out of my face mole boy!" The rejections were accompanied by everything from a consoling pat on the hand to a beer bottle over the head.
One night while drowning his sorrow in a whiskey sour, he spotted an attractive young lady down at the end of the bar. He had hit the lowest of the low, so he figured what harm could one more rejection do. He pulled up a stool next to her and began talking to her.
"Hi, how's it goin'?"
"Oh, not bad, and you?"
"Not bad, my name's Chuck," silence, "and you are?"
"My name's Sarah."
"It's nice to meet you Sarah."
"It's nice to meet you Chuck."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure, why not." By now here eyes were locked onto the facial feature which had caused Chuck a lifetime of anxiety,"I couldn't help but notice that mole on your nose."
"People usually do notice that," he tilted his head downward in an attempt to keep his enemy from his new ally's view, "I was considering getting it removed."
"Don't be embarrased about it," she gently grabbed his left shoulder, "I think it makes you look handsome."
A look of astonishment overtook his face, nobody had ever complimented his mole, except for his mother, but mothers are supposed to tell their children stuff like that. He was so surprised by her remark that he almost knocked his beer right off of the bar; however, he came to his senses in time to avoid the extreme embarassment that would surely drive away this young and beautiful female. She noticed his near foible and giggled under her breathe, just loud enough for him to notice.
His face began to turn a light shade of maroon.
Consolingly she said, "Don't worry about it, we all do embarrasing stuff and its usually not as bad as we make it out to be."
"It's just that it always happens to me."
"Now, do you expect to pick me up talking like that?"
That lightened the mood slightly, but his earlier embarrasement still loomed in the back of Chuck's mind.
She could see his ever-present discomfort, "Are you hungry, let's go get some dinner."
"Sounds good, its getting a little noisy in here."
Finally he had found someone who liked him as much as he liked them, someone who could look past his superficial flaw and see the person inside of him.
At dinner he could not help but to stare into her eyes, deep, mesmerizing. "Why is it a beautiful woman like you hasn't got a boyfriend?"
"I don't really feel like getting into that right now. Its a long story, and I'm sure you don't want to hear it."
"I want to know as much about you as I can."
"I just don't think I'm up to discussing it."
"Okay, I understand."
"Thank you."
They tried to have a converstation after that, but he just couldn't concentrate, that question kept bugging him. They ate their food in virtual silence. Even in silence he was enticed by her. She was giving off unmistakable signs, she exhuded sexual desire. After dinner she suggested going back to his place, and, being the sex-deprived shell of a man he is, he agreed.
That night Chuck fell asleep with Sarah in his arm, feeling tired, yet satisfied. He would wake up, however, alone and in wonderment. He spotted a note on the table:
I'm sorry to do this to you, but I think you should know that what happened last night meant nothing to me, I merely did it to make my girlfriend jealous. Yes, my girlfriend. That's the reason I don't have a boyfriend, I'm a lesbian. As amazing as last night was, it cannot compare to what I've had from Jen.
Sarah
He was devastated. He felt so strongly about this woman, even contemplated the l-word, but now she was gone.