Friday night I had a date – sort of.
Gal in the same boat as myself, separated, not yet formally divorced single parent.
Not quite ready to move on, but I thought there was a spark there. We got to moving to quickly, backed off a bit.
Then she texted me and said she’d missed my company and invited me to a movie. Hey great!
But beforehand, she texted and said a girlfriend was trying to invite herself along. Now this girlfriend is married, but my girlfriend-in-potentia says she keeps hitting on her.
She texted, “Ewww! She keeps hitting on me!”
Went to meet her at the movies, and was a little late. Got in, and there the two of them were sitting. Lady friend waved “Hi” I sat down, and the two of them put their heads together and got up giggling and left about 10 minutes into the movie!
What the heck was this, make fun of the straight guy?
Reminded me of what a bitter friend once told me about his dating experience, “About half the time when a woman shows an interest, she’s setting you up for humiliation.”
It wasn’t that bad actually. When she texted with a quasi-apology I just told her to buzz off.
So Monday noon I’m at the staff meeting at the paper and talking about my review for this week. I don’t really want to review “American Reunion,” and decided to take my son to the new “Three Stooges.”
Then a colleague came in from an assignment taking pictures at a circus.
She’d just gotten pissed on by a lion.
Damn, topped my story big time!