Only I didn’t know it was a date. See, I called her up and asked her advice on something, and she suggested we met at the local coffeshop to talk about it. When I got there, she took one look at me and her face scrunched up wicked fierce. I had rushed over still in my work clothes, which clearly displeased her.
“Is something wrong” I asked.
“You betcha” she replied.
“Was this a date?” I queried.
“You betcha.”
She then asked the waitress for two tables for one side by side so nobody would know we were together.
That woman is cold.
Sometimes my sleep medication gives me crazy dreams.
As is your revenge, served up in the form of this thread. :dubious: BTW, is it remotely possible that between the subject to be discussed and the tone of your phone conversation with E-T-F that she could reasonably have drawn the wrong inference?
As for the adjacent-tables bit, that is hard to defend on its face. Were you especially unpresentable? Do you have a dirty job?
Without a fuller picture, it’s hard to extend unqualified sympathy or approval for you – especially given your caddish starting of this thread.
Since I’d had a cuppa tea, I don’t even have the “but I haven’t had my caffeine this morning” excuse.
I guess I took your thread title too much at face value. I didn’t know what to make of your “dream” disclaimer, but thought it might have been a tagline you always use.
