I Posed as Another Woman on a Blind Date, Then the Real Date Showed Up—Story of the Day

My blind date stood me up, but while waiting at the restaurant, I met Tom, who was also waiting for someone named Rebecca. She didn’t show up either. On a whim, I decided to pretend to be her. Maybe it was his smile that charmed me—it’s hard to say. Later, the real Rebecca arrived, and I wanted to disappear.

I work in an advertising agency in Boston, a city that’s as bustling and lively as my office. Every day, I’m juggling deadlines, brainstorming sessions, and meetings with clients who always want the impossible. It’s a demanding job, but I love the creativity and fast pace.

My name is Alice, and despite the constant whirlwind of my career, my love life is a different story—practically nonexistent.

Most of my evenings are spent at home, working late or unwinding with a good book and a cup of tea.

My colleague and good friend Jennifer has been trying to change that. She’s always been a bit of a matchmaker, convinced that there’s someone perfect out there for me.

One day, Jennifer burst into my office, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Alice, I’ve got the perfect guy for you. Trust me, you need to go on this blind date.”

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical as always.

“A blind date? I don’t know, Jen. The last one you you set me up on was a disaster.”

Jennifer waved off my concerns with a grin.

“This one will be different, I promise. He’s kind, and funny, and I just have a feeling you two will hit it off. I’ve arranged everything. You’ll meet him at that cozy restaurant by the seaside at seven tonight.”

With a sigh and a hopeful smile, I agreed.

The following evening, I arrived at the restaurant. The place was charming, with soft lighting and a view of the sea that made everything seem magical.

As I scanned the room, my eyes fell on a man sitting alone at a table, glancing at the door and checking his watch.

As I walked closer, I saw a small card on the table with the name “Tom” written on it. This must be my date, I thought, feeling a bit nervous because I was late.

“Hi there,” the man said, standing up and extending his hand.

“I’m Tom. You must be Rebecca? You look gorgeous!”

Rebecca? Oh no, he’s waiting for someone else!

My date, Tom, hadn’t shown up either. For a brief moment, I felt disappointed. It was obvious he hadn’t waited for me and had left, as we were supposed to meet half an hour ago.

But then, an idea struck me.

Why not pretend to be Rebecca? In the worst case, we will never see each other again.

His smile had already charmed me, and before I could fully process it, I made up my mind.

“Yes, that’s me,” I said, shaking his hand and smiling back.

Tom’s smile widened, and he gestured for me to sit down.

“I’m so glad you made it. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come.”

“Sorry I’m a bit late,” I replied, sitting down and trying to relax. “Traffic was terrible.”

As we started talking, I found myself enjoying the conversation more than I expected. Tom was charming, funny, and easy to talk to.

We laughed about silly things, like how the restaurant’s décor looked like it hadn’t changed since the ’80s. I felt a connection with him, and for a moment, I forgot I was pretending to be someone else.

“So, Rebecca, what do you do for fun?” he asked, genuinely interested.

I hesitated for a second, trying to think on my feet.

“Well, I love reading and hiking,” I said. “And you?”

“Me too! I also enjoy cooking, especially Italian food. Maybe I could cook for you sometime,” Tom said with a hopeful smile.

I felt a warmth spreading through me. This was turning out to be a wonderful evening.

As we continued talking, I started to relax and enjoy the evening. Tom’s easygoing nature and sense of humor were infectious.

Just as I was beginning to feel comfortable, a voice behind me interrupted our conversation.

The voice sounded familiar, and a chill ran down my spine. I turned around slowly and saw Rebecca, my former friend, standing there with a smug look on her face. My heart sank.

Tom looked between Rebecca and me.

“Wait a minute,” he said, trying to piece things together. “This is some kind of mistake. I already met Rebecca.”

Rebecca held up her phone, displaying a photo of Tom. “No mistake, Tom. I found you through this picture.”

I felt the ground shift beneath my feet, my face flushing with embarrassment. The real Rebecca had shown up, and she was my former friend, the one I had fallen out with years ago.

The reality of the situation hit me.

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at me.

“Alice, you decided to crash my date again? I suppose I should have expected this from you. Always the drama queen.”

Tom was in shock, trying to process what was happening.

“So, you’re not Rebecca?” he asked, his eyes searching mine for an explanation.

“I’m so sorry, Tom,” I stammered, feeling the weight of the situation crushing me. “I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

Tom shook his head, clearly upset. “I can’t believe this.”

Rebecca leaned in closer to Tom, her voice dripping with mock concern.

“Don’t worry, Tom. It’s just Alice being Alice. She has a knack for ruining my dates. But no hard feelings, right, Alice?”

The humiliation was too much to bear.

“I… I need to go,” I muttered, standing up hastily.

“Alice, wait,” Tom called out, but I couldn’t stay.

I hurried out of the restaurant, my heart pounding in my chest.

What a mess! How was I going to face Rebecca at work tomorrow?

What was I thinking? How could I have let this happen?

The questions echoed in my mind as I made my way home, the night air doing little to soothe my troubled thoughts.

The next day, I felt very disappointed. I couldn’t concentrate on my work and kept thinking about what had happened. The embarrassment from the night before hung over me like a dark cloud.

I avoided any contact with Rebecca, but I knew I had to somehow resolve this situation.

During the lunch break, I decided to meet Jennifer.

I needed to know why my Tom didn’t show up for our date. Maybe there was some mix-up, or perhaps she had answers that could help me make sense of it all.

As I approached the door, I heard voices inside. I recognized Jennifer’s and Rebecca’s voices. Curiosity got the better of me, and I started to listen.

“It worked perfectly. Alice looked so ridiculous. She thought she could pretend to be me and get away with it.”

“I can’t believe she fell for it. So, she really didn’t know Tom was meant to be your date?”

“Nope,” Rebecca replied. “And now I finally got my revenge for that date she ruined years ago. It’s about time she got what was coming to her.”

I felt a wave of shock and fury wash over me. So, this had been Rebecca’s plan all along—to humiliate me and get back at me for something that happened years ago.

I couldn’t believe Jennifer had gone along with it. Anger bubbled up inside me, but I also felt a sense of determination.

I had to tell Tom the truth. He deserved to know what happened, and I couldn’t lose a good man over a cruel joke.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and saw Tom standing there.

“Hi, stranger! Are you okay?”

I hadn’t expected to see Tom and was momentarily speechless. He quickly put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet.

“Shh,” he whispered, taking my hand and leading me away from the door.

We moved a few steps down the hall.

“I came to see Jennifer, but I overheard enough to know what’s going on. Let’s get out of here. How about a walk in the park?”

I nodded. This was my chance to explain everything to him. We walked towards the elevator, my heart pounding with anticipation.

As the elevator doors closed, I glanced back and saw Rebecca emerging from Jennifer’s office. Her furious gaze locked onto us just as the doors slid shut.

Tom and I walked through the park, the soft rustle of leaves under our feet and the chirping of birds creating a peaceful backdrop. The fresh air was a welcome change, and I felt my tension gradually easing.

“I had partially guessed what was going on,” he said. “I heard enough back there to know Rebecca’s motives. But I don’t understand why you pretended to be her.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of my actions.

“I’m sorry, Tom. My name is Alice. I was supposed to meet you for a date, and at first, I thought you were my date. But then I realized you were waiting for someone else named Rebecca. Yet, charmed by your smile, I somehow decided to pretend to be Rebecca, the one you were waiting for. I didn’t know it was part of a plan to humiliate me.”

Tom nodded, processing my words.

“Thank you for telling me the truth, Alice. I appreciate your honesty.”

Before I could respond, a group of children playing nearby started throwing water balloons at me.

It was so unexpected and humiliating that I froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then, I quickly gathered myself and decided to turn the situation around.

I picked up a water balloon and threw it back, laughing. The children cheered, and soon we were all engaged in a playful water balloon fight.

Tom watched the scene unfold, a smile spreading across his face as he saw me embracing the chaos with good humor.

Then, the children pointed toward a tree.

I turned and saw Rebecca hiding behind the tree, watching everything with a malicious grin. It didn’t take long to realize she had orchestrated the water balloon attack.

Tom’s expression hardened. He approached the children and spoke softly.

“Hey, kids, would you like to help me with something?”

The children nodded eagerly.

“Can you play water balloons with the lady over there?” he asked, pointing at Rebecca.

The children happily complied, and Rebecca caught off guard, tried to escape but couldn’t hide her anger. Her true nature was exposed, and everyone saw her for who she really was.

After the situation subsided, Tom walked back to me.

“Alice, I’ve fallen in love with you. You’ve shown that you can handle difficulties and keep a good spirit even in the most challenging situations. I don’t want to lose such a wonderful woman.”

I was touched by his words and realized that Tom truly cared about me. We decided to continue getting to know each other and build a relationship based on trust and mutual understanding.

Tom and I began to spend more time together, enjoying each other’s company. As our relationship strengthened, we realized that true love could withstand any trials.

We committed to supporting each other in all our endeavors and vowed never to let outside influences affect our feelings.

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