I got "the call" toady. Luckily, Leah is on my side with this sort of thing.
As soon as I stepped in the door: RrrrING!
Leah:
"It's for you, it's that girl."
Me: "Ack! No! no no no ..."
Leah: "Sorry, he just stepped out can I take a message?"
Leah: "MmHmm. Yup. OK, I'll tell him."
Leah hangs up the phone, then turns to me.
Leah: "It was that girl. She wants you to call her back as soon as you get in; she says that you guys have to talk."
Me: "I was afraid of that."
Leah: "What's the matter, haven't you been calling her?"
Me: "Well, the thing is, um, about that ..."
Leah: "I see: you haven't been pulling your weight in her serious relationship."
Me: "Y'know, we just met last week. Frankly, I don't even like her. I took her to The Symposium last week. As soon as our drinks arrive, she whipped out her "D&D dice". In all seriousness, that's not my type of woman."
Leah: "Those girls are certainly getting more assertive about these sorts of things these days eh?"
Me: "You got it. And, I should be more assertive, 'Creepy-types: screw off!' Anyhow, thanks Leah."
Leah: "No problem."
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