Actually … I’m his parole officer

After having what can only be termed one of the shittiest weeks of my life, last night I think I turned a corner for the better.

After received the news that one of my grandparents had passed away I left the office and tried to figure out what I was going to do next; cry, scream, become entirely numb, punch some poor random person along the river … you know, standard stuff. As I did this I remembered that Awesome and I had made a loose plan to watch a movie at his place and drink tea for the next evening – his way of helping me get through the first week of the SSM being gone and me being down in the dump (ha, pun somewhat intended). So I called him and told him our plans have gone from tentative to for sure, ditch the girl you are sleeping with, I am more important - you are hanging out with me. So he did.

The original plan was ditched when he called and told me he needed dinner and didn’t have any food at home. We went to an Indian restaurant around the corner from his place ended up at a table beside a couple with a four year old boy. My first thought was, wow, taking your four year old to an Indian Restaurant. What great parents, I wonder what the kid will eat? Awesome’s first words “How come he gets toys. I want dinky cars to play with.”

Over the course of the meal the kid was really well behaved – I thought – but every once in a while he would drop a car on the floor or be loud and his parents looked embarrassed. At one point his father told him that if he dropped another car on the floor he wasn’t going to pick it up for him. “Actually if you drop another car on the floor, we are going to get it” I informed him. Awesome thought this was great and said “yeah, so be careful because I really like cars!” That was enough to keep the cars on the table for the meal.

After out meal both Awesome and I were chatting and playing with our napkin rings, rolling them back and forth across the table as we chatted. “Can I have one!” we heard from the next table. “Of Course” I replied and we gave him a napkin ring and then I proceeded to teach him to make a monocle, then a hat and finally how to spin the ring on the table. After about ten minutes of this game Awesome looked at me, laughed and said, “Are you done? Who is the kid here?” I shrugged and agreed to leave. As we left the table and said goodbye the father looked at us and said “Sorry. I bet you didn’t think this is how you would spend your date.” We both laughed and mumbled something as we walked out of the restaurant. Walking back to his place we decided that next time we are out and someone assumes we are on a date we need to have a witty retort. So far this is what we have:

- Actually he’s my brother/she’s my sister
- We’re having an affair. Shhhh!
- She/He’s paying me hourly
- She’s my girlfriend’s sister

We need to work on the list, but as time goes on I think this could become a really fun/somewhat embarrassing game for us and the strangers we encounter.

Have a great long weekend!

xo

The Single Girl