Sorry to keep all of you in suspense. The lunch date I met him at the library, turns out he didn't have a car. Come on! Are you serious?!~ Thirty eight years old and doesn't have a car? I know homeless people who have cars. Since he doesn't have a car it left me wondering what he had planned for our lunch 'date'. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked him. "You wanna walk around down town?", he asked me. I was thinking, Um, hell no; but I said, "Sure." Okay, so we walked around and went to the comic shop. Wow, this is an exciting date... blah, blah, blah. Okay, two dreadful uneventful hours pass, I am thinking we need to eat something. "Are you hungry?", I asked him. "No", he replied as he shook his head. Um, "what is it you planned on doing?", I inquired. "Oh, nothing, we can just talk." He said with a slow slur as he turned his head.
Talk? TALK?? TTAALLKK????? I got myself dressed, drove MY CAR, down here to meet him, walked around for two hours, and he wants to TALK? That's what they invented phones for! I am starting to think maybe he is homeless. Nothing against homeless people, some of them are very nice but one thing about women, we dig guys with jobs. Finally he offers to buy us something to drink, thank you. In he wallet resides six dollar and no change. Do I really need to say anymore about this date?
I want to give credit where credit is due. We really did have nice conversation but I would have like that there be something more planned.
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