I’ve been going on quite a few social dates and thoroughly enjoy them. I recently went to the fair with a client friend since we both have a passion for thrill. It was a wonderful experience.. being wined and dined with deep fried shrimp étouffée and Jell-O shots, playing games we both suck at, snuggling in the Ferris wheel.. it was perfect. Until I heard my real name shouted across two lines at a concession stand. I peaked over my shoulder and here comes my best high school buddy… the award winning conversationalist.
“Omg ____, I haven’t seen you since [insert school name]! How have you been? Where’s [insert Ex boyfriends name]? I just saw mrs. [enter my mother’s name] at the store the other day. Do you still stay on [enter home street name]? Oh hey, who’s this guy (my client friend)? You look so good together! Remember when we pretended we were on Fear Factor and ate those lady bugs?
My first thought was to shove my candy apple in her mouth. Looking back, that sounds pretty hot.. but anyways, I asked him to hold our place in line for a second and pulled her to the side to give hugs, exchange numbers, and send her on her way. Though she’s quite the chatter box, I do miss my other half. When I got back to the line, I asked him how much he heard. He said “Well, ____ is a cute name. Should I stop there?”
Greeeeat. Might as well print a copy of my Driver’s license too.
Granted, I’m not bothered that he knows me personally. We’ve grown to trust each other through countless dates over the years and I know the same (technically more) about him so I call it even But it would have been nice to atleast smell the smoke before my privacy went up in flames. Small world.. too small lol.