Yesterday evening, after work, my friend Steve called and invited me over to eat pizza and sit around gossipping with him, his fiancee Tara, and whoever else happened to be there. He was somewhat vague on this point, but I, being fond of their company and pizza, went on over. When I arrived, a woman I had never seen before (trust me, I’d remember!) was sitting on the couch. She introduced herself as Nadine, and I sat down beside her. We had a nice little chat, with me trying not to look at her too much, as invariably all the pretty, interesting women I meet are straight. Steve went off to purchase beverages, leaving Nadine and me pretty much alone except for Tara singing Patsy Cline songs in the kitchen. (She does that, don’t know why.) In the course of the conversation, she mentioned an ex-girlfriend, and I immediately snapped to attention. Not that I hadn’t been attending before, but this bit of news was unprecedented and I had to devote all mental resources to it.
It turns out that Nadine is definitely not straight. In fact, Steve and Tara had been talking me up to her for several weeks, but not been able to get us together in the same place till now. They hadn’t told me, of course; in my high school years, I didn’t mind a set-up, but now, I’ve soured on them somewhat.
At any rate, Nadine said that they kept telling her that I was cute and smart and single, and if only we didn’t have such conflicting schedules. She said she was wary, not liking set-ups much herself. She did say, however, that I was indeed cute, and she liked talking to me. Then she asked me if I had plans this weekend.
My reaction was basically :eek: Once I recovered, all was well, though. In sum, I didn’t have plans when she asked me, but I do have some now. 
