Cupid Comes Calling: Not that Guy!
I was supposed to go to see the new Bond flick with a
friend, only he'd had a little too much fun-in-the-sun. This I found out when I
checked in with him on what time we wanted to go for the show. His doorbell
rang as I was about to leave. My friend answered and there stood…his co-worker,
a tall, thin, dark-headed young man. In a flannel shirt. In May. After we were introduced, the co-worker said,
"Sorry, I'm interrupting." I said, "No, I was just
leaving."
I explained about the movie, and all of the sudden, my
friend said, "You take her." I was mortified, and said, "Our
friend has had too much fun today. Ignore him." The co-worker said,
"I'll go." Before I knew it, all was arranged.
I kept thinking I was being nice. And I was. I paid for my
own ticket, did most of the talking. Afterwards, the co-worker dropped me off
in my apartment's parking lot. Ooookkaaayyy.
A nice escort to my door would have been kind, but no.