This WILL be the title of my dating book. No, really.
The sum of this blog? I realize you've got to watch out for the hyenas.
To set the stage: my date and I are at a bar, watching the antics of 60 or so "Santas" (in various degrees of Santa/elfness). We are having fun - various people stop by our table as we are pretty much in the pathway to the "watering hole" if you will. There's a lot of banter and laughter.
It isn't until about a week later I realize that one particular woman kept coming up to our table to chat. She was smiley and all, but I couldn't understand why she didn't just stay with her group. At her third visit, she handed us pens with her business contact information on them and talked about where the store is located, etc.
Ahhhh, sneaky. While this cat was taking it all in, the hyena snuck up and gave my date her contact information. Bravo hyena.
And the date? Well, during the date I remember thinking he'd be a good guy to have as a friend. Perhaps that's why I wasn't on guard - there didn't seem any reason to "defend my turf." And he is on his way to being a good friend. So I guess the lioness and the hyena both did ok.
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