The Worst Date continued

Where was I...

Right. Dinner. Ugh.

So after Emilio takes this big song and dance about paying the bill, (which he left the waitress a shite tip btw, even though he knew I used to be a waitress,) We went for a walk. He kept talking. And talking. Finally, I had had enough.

"I'm not sure what I was to do yet." I said, cutting him off mid sentence. He recovered, unfortunatly.

"Really? You seem kind of flighty. How do you think thats going to affect your work life? See, I was plannning...." and so on.

Anyways, finally the night drew to an end. After much walking, in fecking february I might add, he walked me to my car.

"Wheres you car?" I asked, looking around.

"Oh, I don't drive." He answered.

"Why not? Do you have a problem getting your license?" Innocent question.

"No, I have a problem with crashing all my cars." Innocent answer. No, wait, It wasn't.

Goodbye.

"Riigghhtt... Well, I'll call you." I wouldn't.

So off he walked, after trying to go in for the kiss I might add, to the bus stop. Ugh. I called Posh. She was in town and I needed a girl to vent to. She agreed to meet me for coffee.

So she picked me up, after I had stripped down out of all of my date clothes, taken off my make-up, and pulled my hair into a messybun. We were in the middle of coffee, when one of my friends from my hometown came in.

This guy and I live about 4 streets away from each other. Posh lives about 6 to give you an idea how small my town is. Theres always been this sexual tension between us, seeing as hes very good looking and cofident, but nothing happens because hes Rockers oldest friend. Just some backround for ya.

He came over and sat with us, and immediatly asked how my date went. After I told him all the horrifying details, he said "Thats nothing compared to my night. Rocker called me 9 times. And when I finally answered? He goes off on this shpeal about how you're on a date with another guy."

"Are you going out, I said. He said 'No'. Are you dating her? I asked. He said 'No'. Just for fun I asked Are you even fucking her? And he said 'Fuck you'. So I told him to get over it. Or try calling you" My buddie explained. Great. I looked at my cell, which had been switched off. 4 missed calls, and 2 voicemails.

This is getting ridiculous, I thought. My friend and Posh laughed it off. I was pissed.

We all went back to our respective houses, although we all live so close we could've just carpooled. Oh, and the voicemails and missed calls? 3 guesses who they were from, but you'll only need 1.