Anything worth doing, is worth doing right the first time; or, it isn't worth doing at all.

We got a phone call mid-afternoon that E's friend wasn't feeling well and wouldn't make the evenings gathering.  I wasn't dissapointed, but soon was at ever being involved to begin with.  5:00 rolls around and E gets a call from the neighbors, finalizing the night's plans.  She then informs them that her friend is going to be a no show, at which time the drama begins.

"Is she standing him up?', "Is she really sick?", "Does she really have other plans?", "Why hasn't she called or texted him?"  Yaduh, yaduh, yaduh...

We go ahead and have them over anyway, but invariably the conversation returns to the date topic.  I sit quietly and observe the proceeding, when eventually I'm asked for my opinion in this middle schoolesque round table.  My response:  "I don't really give a shit."

So, now I'm the bad guy.  But, that's okay.  I ate a great steak, drank a few cold beers, won the poker game, and slept comfortably with my dog laying snuggled up against me.

 

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