A Flaming Surprise
During my first week in college, I spotted a handsome cowboy across the room at a party. I was really excited to find out one of my friends actually knew him, and even more excited when she offered to set us up. I can only assume it was a case of “see that girl over there?” and then she set it up. A few days later she called to tell me he wanted to take me out for dinner.
I could end this right now by telling you we went to McDonald’s, but that was only the beginning of my nightmare.
As we ate our Value Meals, the conversation turned to my friends, which seemed natural at first, seeing as how my friend had arranged the date. But then he asked about another girl — “you know, the one with the hair of fire.” He was talking about my best friend, who was a gorgeous redhead. He wanted to know everything from whether or not she had a boyfriend to what kind of guys she liked. I had no cell phone to get another ride home, so I got up and ordered ice cream instead. At this point, dessert was clearly going to be the highlight of my evening.
The only way I could get him to stop talking about my friend was to tell him I’d see if she was interested. He seemed pleased with that, and finally took me home. I had a great response ready for when he dropped me off, but I completely forgot it when he said, “So you’ll let me know about your friend?
only it wasn’t at McDonald’s and unfortunately it wasn’t my worst date!
