Oh so cool….thanks
Going out on a double date when you have a girlfriend is awkward.
“But she said she would only come if she could bring her friend,” Q protests.
I sigh, “Come on man, it will just be weird.”
“I need you, as a friend.”
I shake my head, “I love my girlfriend.”
He frowns, “I’m not asking you not to–plus, friendship is more important than love.”
“Uh-huh, how so?” I sigh, starting to put my jacket on.
He smiles, standing up, “who are you going to talk to when the person you love drives you crazy?”
I don’t reply, but I follow him to the door mumbling something about “one hour, max.”
The bar is a ten minute walk from my place, which is a relief. It’s got bubble letters for a sign.
“H to O”
I look inside, it is well lit–too well lit, like a frozen yogurt factory.
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