As a rule, I have a steadfast avoidance to getting set up, and awkward double dates. You know that whole saying about rules and being broken? Don’t ever listen to it. I should have listen to my gut. I’d say my conscience, but that little shit is barely even cricket-sized anymore.
Two of my best friends are a married couple I’ve known since college. And I know they want the best for me, and I know they want me to have what they have, which is why I didn’t tell them about Nicole. I keep viable options close to my chest for as long as possible. I told them about Taylor, and I told them about Kara…and I told them about the project, which is why this little set up occurred. Not because they wanted to help me out, but they were damn determined to have their little doe steal me away.
They tried the best, and their valiant attempts led to this double date. But they forced me into going into a little vegetarian cafe. I ate a veggie burger at their wedding, as a mock present, but I don’t do vegetarian, only rarely will I do a vegetarian. I’m a fan of red meat, and anything that will kill me sooner.
Cassie was nice enough. She was cute, she had a good solid head, and a career on her shoulders as a journalist, something I can actually respect. She had a smile that would crush a man, and a laugh that would revive him from death. She even had a good taste in music and seemed so unnaturally genuine. If I met her in a café, or a coffee shop, I would have been a little more for it. But it was a set-up, and never not alarmingly so.
I felt like my friend’s wife was a conduit in our conversation. She fielded questions back and forth, while telling us about the other. It was awkward, and it was forced. I was half expecting my friend to say:
Okay, Travis, Cassie likes kissing and you like kissing. We’ll be over there.
dont you just wish your friends had said that..give u a legit reason to kiss her.
Sometimes I feel like you’re just Barney Stinson.