So, the
other day, I told you Sarah asked me to call her. Needless to say, I called
back.
Why did I
do that?
If I
hadn’t, I could have kept the fantasy going. The fantasy that one day I answer
my front door and Sarah is standing there, telling me she has always loved me.
That’s a
good fantasy.
But
nooooo. I had to return the call.
“Hey Ike!
I just wanted you to know I’m coming home for a couple of days and I wanted to get
together for dinner…”
Pretty
good so far, right?
Wait for it.
“I got engaged
and I want you to meet Sam, my fiancée… It still sounds funny when I say it…”
There’s
nothing funny about that. She’s ENGAGED????????
“I’ve been
telling Sam about the prime rib at the Hilton downtown, so we should go there
for dinner.”
That’s
where WE used to eat when she lived here. I made a fool out of myself several
times at the Hilton, after too many Johnnie Walker Blacks and prime rib (their
prime rib is KILLER by the way…). I professed my love multiple times at the
Hilton, only to be back-handed into the friend zone over and over and over. I’m
stupid.
Me: Sure,
I’d love to. See you both around 6:00 on Friday…
I’M AN
IDIOT!!
She is not
stupid. She KNOWS I’m in love with her. She’s fu messing with me! Why
would she do that? Does watching me twist in the wind entertain her?
“Great! I
told Sam all about you, and he can’t wait to meet you!”
Sam. I’m
going to dinner with Sarah and… Sam. Tonight.
Dying
inside,
IR
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