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I woke up this morning from what I thought was a crazy dream. Still confounded with sleep, I rolled over and wondered why I had a strange feeling. As memories of last night washed over me, I groaned and then hid my head under the covers. I forced myself back to sleep hoping that maybe when I woke the next time, things would be clearer.
Instead I not only woke up more baffled than before, but this time I had only ten minutes to get myself to work. This is what happens when you head straight to the bar after your date.
Get me the usual, I told Carl at the bar downstairs from my apartment.
You know we close in fifteen minutes, right?
Yes, I told him, I am going to suck it down. And you are going to listen to my horrible night.
Uh oh, he shook his head, What happened now? Carl is used to these sudden outbursts from me. He knows almost as much about my life as Jem does.
I think I have a boyfriend, I whispered between sips- okay, gulps- of my drink.
Oh yeah? He smiled, That Bill guy I keep seeing you with?
No, another guy. And I don’t know how it happened….
I told him about my date with The Doctor. How over a bottle of wine, The Doctor had asked me about the other men I was dating. How he asked where he stood. I liked him the best, I told him. The others didn’t give me butterflies or a silly grin.
Why then do you continue to date them? He asked.
I didn’t have a good answer. So when he said that maybe I shouldn’t continue dating people I only had lukewarm feelings toward, I agreed. It made sense.
Let’s just see where this goes, he said as he touched my hand from across the table.
I said okay as he covered my hand in kisses. In my mind, seeing where something goes means taking it slowly. In his, it means ‘Now you are my sexy American girlfriend.’ I blame the language barrier. And the wine.
The real kicker was when he asked me to spend Thanksgiving with him….And his family….In Florida! I started hyperventilating over my shrimp scampi. I broke out into hives, tugging on my sweater so that I could breathe again and then I yelled at him. You don’t even know me!
I left the date confused, saying over and over again Oh shit. Oh shit. What just happened? and I’m pretty sure that I have an accidental boyfriend now.
We’re going into the city on Saturday to see a show and grab dinner. It’s something I would really be looking forward to were the circumstances different. If we were, in fact, just taking it slow. But now I’m just scared I’m going to come back engaged and not knowing what happened. And an accidental fiancé is much worse than an accidental boyfriend.
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