date day : part i
From a friend saying a friend of hers asked for my number and she told him she would give me his number instead. And then she gave me his number.
[This was all colored by the fact he wanted the number of the “beautiful blonde” so I could pretty well see where that was headed.]
[Also my primary memory of the guy was an image of him in ill fitting jeans rolling around on his back on a gallery floor playing a guitar which sort of does not engender confidence.]
[I just did not call.]
[And you guys thought I was completely all swayed by compliments right?]
Then I got a call from her again. He had called asking why I had not called. And I got the talk about how long they had been friends. So —
For a couple weeks now I have been playing phone tag with someone I am only calling because this person knows a friend so I am honor bound to be polite.
[Polite outside L.A. strictures too. In L.A. you do not have to call. Apparently though we were playing by “other places” rules which allow strong arming a return phone call.]
And then being polite turned into a date.
to be continued….