Dating Episode #353

Between one thing and another, my date and I arrived at our dinner reservations both having to pee immediately, which meant we stood in line together for the two unisex bathrooms. We were joking each other about this semi-awkward situation, until a brunette in front of me turned around and said, "Hi, Aarwenn!"

"Uh, hello," I said, trying to place her. Then it hit me. "Ah! Aren't you a friend of Nice Couple Who Just Got Married?"

"Yes, that's where I saw you last. That's when you were still dating LT, I hear. I just hung out with him for hours on the Nice Couple's boat."

My blood froze in my veins. "Is that so?"

"Oh, yes," she went on happily, and I realized, too late, drunkenly. "We talked for a long time. I told him all about my failure of a marriage. I really like him--what a great guy! Blah blah blah blah blah..."

Five minutes pass in which I try to avoid looking at my date while she goes on and on. And oh, it gets worse.

"...blah blah blah so I hear you broke up with him the day after the wedding?"

"Yes," I said, I hope as calmly as possible. "By the way, Brunette, let me introduce to my dinner date. Dinner date, Brunette. Brunette, Dinner date."

She shakes his hand without any sign of remorse or realization. I upwardly revise my mental estimate of how much wine she's consumed.

"Great talking to you," she says, "see you later!"

Back at the table, my date lets me stew for several minutes before he says, "SO..."

With apologies to Dinner Date, who knows who he is, and the LT. If you don't like seeing yourself in print, I will consider removing this post. Briefly.