Had a blind date of sorts - my cousin has been trying to introduce me to this guy for 3 months. He kept asking me "Did Jerry call you?" Nope, he hasn't. He finally did, last Saturday. Except, I didn't know it was him and when I don't recognize a number, I don't answer. It was the friend and he was going to a local club to hear a band, and it was sort of an implied invitation. But I'd already had a couple of glasses of wine and wasn't about to go out again. He said, I'll call you tomorrow. Sunday came and went and he didn't call. That kind of shit pisses me off.
Monday morning he texts me "Sorry, Michelle, *blah blah blah* (I had drama at home, I had a horse piss on my porch, whatever!) I'll call you tonight. So - this is his redeeming chance. And - HE CALLED. What do you know? It took three tries for him to get through, because apparently he lives out in the sticks, in the hills, and reception sucks. So he had to get in the car and drive a mile from home to another hill so he could contact me.
And then we talked for two hours.
And he asked if I wanted to go out for dinner sometime. And what night would be good. I suggested Wednesday or Friday, and he said Friday would be good. You know, it's always good when the guy wants to have your Friday night. That's a date night.
He said he'd call again Thursday evening to confirm. And he called, about 7:30 Thursday, and wanted to know "Do you still want to have dinner with me?" He wanted me to decide on the restaurant, and then he suggested maybe we could go to a movie.
Okay, it's fine that he doesn't know this neighborhood like I do, and I can suggest places. He asked me "what time" and I suggested (tentatively) 6:30? He asked what time does it get dark, i'm going hunting, and thinking might catch something about dark, so how about 7:00? Fine, I'll have a late lunch.
I don't hear from him until 7:15, when he texts his location, and he's still 20 minutes away. Somewhere around 20 mins later there's a slow-moving headlight coming down the street. It's obviously looking for an address. Actually stops in front of my house, and then moves on. Couple minutes later, it's going the other way, and again slows, and moves on. Third time, reverse direction again, and passes. Then my phone rings.
. . . Enough for tonight.
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