off, and been offered a basket of bread. I normally would
decline it, since I’m one of those odd people who doesn’t
actually like bread that much, but I got it anyway and ate
halfway through it out of sheer nerves.
I’m not nervous about the date, so I don’t know what
I’m getting all sweaty about. My blouse is kind of damp under
the armpits. Thank goodness it’s black and hard to tell. I can’t
remember being so sweaty in my life. Maybe I’m coming
down with something.
Maybe I just don’t want to be here.
No, I want to be here. This one is going to work out. I
can feel it.
Dates two, three, and four were met with mixed
measures of success. And I do mean mixed.
Date two was with a guy named Walter. He was
extremely good looking, very athletic, and was also a teacher.
Of course, he taught physical education and coached a bunch
of sports. He was on summer break and said that his school
never would consider summer classes. He believed in the one
strike system. Lazy people didn’t prosper, he said, then
proceeded to spend the rest of the time talking about
professional sports.
Needless to say, I didn’t ask for another date. I don’t
think he was that into me either. He was too busy being into
himself. I think he got through Adley’s screening because he
was one of those people who lied a lot or talked a big game
online and were completely oblivious and obnoxious in
person. I feel sorry for his students. He probably operates his
class like a boot camp and makes the kids run until they puke.
Date three was with Shane. He was fine. He had two