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Edited on Sat Feb-26-05 10:55 AM by NNadir
I got "fixed up" on a date with a woman who was practically screwing a guy on the floor of the bar where we went to meet her.
I tried to be good natured about it and let it slide and keep my friends, who had fixed me up, from being overly embarrassed..
The story has a funny punch-line. The woman was a good friend of my then best friend's wife so I encountered her again at one of their parties. She was very apologetic about our first date, saying the guy she was with was a freaky ex-boyfriend. I guess I didn't hold a grudge - though I don't remember much of it - because in a short while we were drinking heavily and got really, really drunk together. The next morning I woke up next to her in bed and when she started talking to me, although she was very pretty, I realized she was as dumb as a stump. This wasn't the sort of thing that happened to me very often, waking up in bed next to a complete stranger, and so I was trying to think of a graceful and polite way to get rid of her.
She was still apologizing for our first date and started to tell me how when she'd thought I'd be some kind of loser owing to another "fix up" she'd gotten from the same couple who had fixed me up with her. In explaining her dissatisfaction with that earlier date, she began to describe the guy who was my housemate at the time, a gentle but exotic looking guy. She apparently didn't know I was living with him, and started complaining about his tatoo's, his feathered ear-ring and so on. (This was the early 1980's and that sort of "look" was less acceptable than it is today.) She asked me if I knew that guy. I said that I did in fact, and I offered to go to the next room and get him.
She was gone in less than an hour and I never saw her again. I'm really, really, really thankful I didn't get a disease from her.
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