Shad

When you have a nice date with someone and she says she’ll call “early next week” but never does. It’s been two weeks now. Ouch. Seriously. Ouch.

Maybe her phone is broken… and her e-mail is… um… broken… as well.

Maybe her grandmother “took ill” so she had to go see her… in Bulgaria.

Maybe she joined a cult. She’s probably purchasing white sneakers, kool-aid, and arsenic right now.

Or maybe she was hit in the head with… um… a… ah… hard thing… that subsequently… ummm…. left her unable to recall people whose names begin with “s”. Surely she’ll notice when she sees that movie on TNT with Sinbad in it… you know the one… the one where he goes back to college to play one more year of football with that guy from Quantum Leap… but I digress… she’ll see the movie and suddenly, without any real rhyme or reason, memories will come flooding back of that night drinking beer at Don’s Depot… sitting on the back porch and listening to the rain… hanging out with that guy… what was his name… hmmmmmm.

And there’s nothing I can do to help her.

Surely she wouldn’t just blow me off, right?

Right?