Ang to Diana: Oh, is that where you’re staying?
Tom to Ang: No, I got us a room at the Holiday Inn.
Ang to Tom: Oh, you’re both staying there?
Tom to Ang: NO. I GOT US a ROOM at the HOLIDAY INN. US (running his finger through the air around the table).
Ang to Tom: But I don’t need a room, I only live a few miles from . . .
Raised eyebrows all around.
I stood up quickly and tried to think of something to say at that very moment—something that would have been very Ava Gardner or Carole Lombard. But no words came. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the restaurant.
It would have been better for me if the story had ended there; but the next day Tom called and told me I was rude to his friend and that he paid a heckuva lotta money for Diana to be there.
Well, how absolutely inconsiderate of me!
I gave cute names to all my bad dates. I call this one Bring a Hooker to Dinner Man.
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