I stumbled into work this morning wondering why I bothered. A handful of calls and NOTHING to do seems like a real moneymaker Corporate America! I passed the time talking to the select few who were forced to work one Saturday a month and trying to take a nap.
Blissfully I arrived home 7 hours later after texting my boss constantly through his golf game regarding the fact that Satan must miss his right hand demon who eats kittens for breakfast while playing golf making his slaves work pointlessly at an insufferable job on a SATURDAY.
So I got comfy and started writing. I was considering texting the Principal but punched myself in the eye for even contemplating the idea. Then, surprisigly, Young Guy called. I wasn't expecting to ever hear from him. I mean we met at a bar for fuck's sake! People sober up and go "What the hell was I thinking?" so it would be completely understandable if I never heard from him again. But there was my phone, buzzing angrily with an incoming call.
Young Guy sounded nervous. He wanted to take me to dinner this week and while he wasn't sure yet where to take me he wanted to nail down a day and time. Ok. Guys really do that? Wednesday? Ok. He tried to get off the phone but I started asking about his weekend. Oh just the norm. Spent the day cleaning up his parents' yard, they're getting older and he wants to help. People do that? Been at his job 6 years, loves it. Laughed at the crazy antics of both our groups of friends. His friends had laughed about me wanting to know whether or not he was a douche bag. Said he really liked meeting me and wanted to talk more face to face so he could see my reactions.
Next steps? He said he would call me Monday or Tuesday so he could get my address to pick me up. Ummm... at what age do we forget the whole "don't let strangers know where you live" rule? I told him I would meet him. Well, he would just call me Monday or Tuesday to set a place and hear my voice again. That should be sweet right? So I said "aww." Young Guy ended the call because he wanted us to have more to talk about face to face. Maybe he is a serial killer?
I hung up. Huh. This guy wants to go out with me. I wasn't looking, not sure I want, and here is a free cheeseburger. Do women have to give up completely before they become noticeable? At any rate, I will be going out with a nice looking guy who is 35 with a ten? year old kid on Wednesday.
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