the lunch date that wasn’t

H: What would you say if I bailed on lunch?
LD: Well, after you bailing on the movie, I’d say you were being cagey. But that’s okay. I can deal with cagey.
H: Ha! Oh, come on. I don’t get cagey until after being the recipient of overt romantic gestures.
LD: Note to self: Put overt romantic gestures on hold.
H: Glad we got that out of the way!
LD: So, where’s the fire this time?
H: Oooh… watch your tone, mister. — Insert explanation of uglifying rash here — It’s all over my face! I can’t go out.
LD: Please. You know I don’t care about that. I’m much more of an ass man.
H: Believe me, it’s there, too.
LD: If this weren’t the Behave Like a Gentleman phase, I’d have something to say to that.

{secret} If I were being honest, which is sorta the theme for days of late, I would admit that I was being cagey. The cagey-ness just happened to be shrouded in really well-timed excuses. {/secret}

Jesus, I hate dating.