I bet this would totally suck if it was real

He didn't love the girl. How could he love someone after just two dates? That was a sure fire ticket to Loserville. But he did really like her. Then one mistimed comment and boom, all gone.

They had this single perfect date together. The kind of first date you get in movies, when the both of them clicked, right at the same time. They drank Mojitos in the bar at the end of the bay. Somehow they talked about kids. One hour after meeting they were onto children, and neither of them was leaving.

They shared their first kiss before the hour was up, waiting for a table in Demarcos. His impulse, her surprise, but they both kinda liked it. And they both kinda liked the guy who sang like Dean Martin, who held the note, until the guy leaned over the table and kissed the girl again.

In the downstairs bar they drank beer. They held each other close, they kissed some more. The drink was flowing well and with hands clasped this new couple made so many new friends that night.

No one could believe that it was their first date.

They rode the carousel even though it was all tucked in for the night, laughing on the same pony until the man came and shouted at them.

Their second date a film, a movie that she liked but he didn't. That wasn't why it felt flat - who outside of Romeo and Juliet could top that first date?

He still did not know how he fucked things up, only that his sole memory of her - a contact on his phone that said: "Imogen?" - victim of a pissed off number deletion followed by frantic fumbling to get it back. Going months without calling her, and it wasn't until he was back in that downstairs bar for the first time since, on another first date, that he thought to himself, "Fuck".

He was there with this new girl, and she was nice, and he was having fun, but she was no Imogen. He started to think - with a first date like that, it was meant to be.

Perhaps it made him a dick, but he didn't care. Text her, and ask her - "That Imogen? Remember me?".

Scrolling through the contacts on his phone, looking for her name. Slowly, the horror growing, remembering that message, just two nights before:

Warning! Upgrading to the latest version of Android will erase all local data on your phone. Including contact details of your one, true love.

He said fuck once more, out loud. Didn't care that everyone was staring.