So I got this girls number when I got towed. Cool.
And we texted off and on all day, and decided to meet for
coffee at The Green Bean yesterday at noon. Cool.
I meet her there, and ask what she wants, and she says
just water, which alone should have been a red flag. BUT
instead we sit down, and she says her dad is a cop,
and she is from Wilkesboro, and has a degree from a
community college, and a house on Friendly with a mortgage,
and she lives alone and stuff, and she is 25, and all of this sounds
like really fuckin good so far.
I like, don’t get picked up by girls, ever, ever ever, so this whole
thing is like weird and new and as my roommate put it “the mark
of destiny”, so I guess maybe I got too excited about something that
had to be too good to be true.
So then she leans in kind of close and says “I couldn’t ask you over the
phone, it was too weird, but I have something I really need to ask you.
It is kind of a deep and personal question.” Immediately my mind starts
racing. Was she born male? Does she have a fake leg? Does she wear
diapers because she is an adult baby? It had to be something crazy.
But ya know what, maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s normal and she is just
into me and is gonna say “Do you ever go home with girls from coffee dates?”
So I say “sure ask away” and out of her purse she pulls out a Church Of Jesus
Christ Of Latter Day Saints Book of Mormon, and says “How do you know God?”
So I respectfully said thank you for her meeting me, and I had a good time talking,
and to have a nice day, and I left.
In case anyone was curious what I am spending my summer doing, I’m the ME on Fashionistas at Triad Stage, for THTR 232. Those are 150 individually dimming 4 color LED fixtures.