Halloween Hook Up
One Halloween, I met a guy dressed as a doctor at a party. He said he was a med student and we got talking. He was charming enough to get a kiss and my digits before the night was through.
We arranged a date at really fancy restaurant that he wanted to take me to early pre-dinner drinks at a dive bar. That magical night, he cruised in 45 minutes late and proceeded to suck down vodka tonics while avoiding all eye contact. It quickly became clear that we weren’t going to make it to that fancy restaurant, so I ordered a BLT and tried to have a good time. Finally, bored, I decided to call it an early night. He walked me to my car, where he leaned in for a kiss. Then he asked if he could see me again.
I felt awkward, but I said, “Sure.”
That’s when he looked me in the eye and said, “Say it. Say, ‘Yes, James, I’d like to see you again.’”
“Ew,” I said.
“Too much?” he replied.
“Yeah.”
I never saw him again, though I did dodge two more phone calls before he got the hint.
