I Think I Have a Date

I usually have a pretty good idea of what I say and do. Sometimes there are circumstances that are out of my hands like old guys offering cokes, but usually I know. I can even admit that I am a bit of a control freak sometimes. So how did I end up with a date this Sunday?
One minute I was talking to the night shift and apparently also weekend guy at the front desk and the next I am exchanging phone numbers and promising to keep Sunday evening free.
For the life of me I can't recall what was said otherwise I would have told you word for word. I know it started out with what happened to your car and why I didn't let him help me carry the groceries and we covered where you are from and how boring it must be to have the night shift. That evolved into my promising to keep him company sometimes to prevent him from going crazy. It then turned into me not letting guys up to my room after nights out because then he definitely will go crazy. Next thing I know I said yes, I will keep Sunday evening free.
Should be enjoyable I think. I haven't had a boring day here yet so I'm sure tomorrow will be fun. Especially since it is a surprise until the afternoon. Surely he knows girls don't much like surprises as we never know what to wear on those occasions.
So I think I have a date on Sunday. Now what to wear?

Comments

  1. now please let me know how this date went and if you will ever see him again - or does this guy appear later in the blog as the hand squeezer and the dial and hang up guy...oh how i hope not!

    Jx

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