He’s Not The Cat’s Meow
June 3rd, 2010
He showed up with a great idea: me, him, cheese and a bottle of wine at a park. One hour-long drive later we arrive and while he’s remembered the wine and fancy blanket, he’s forgotten the bottle opener. We have no chemistry (maybe the wine would’ve helped) so we leave. On the drive back, a cat darts in front of the car and we hit it. Then I get really upset because I have to CONVINCE him to stop and check on it.
