T minus three days!
A scene from last Thursday at the charity event during which I enjoyed more than my fair share of drinks:
Me: Yeah, she’s flying up here Friday evening, and I’m taking her out to Crush for dinner on Saturday.
Her: [Her boyfriend] is soooooo dead! Just one time a year — One! Time! A! Year! — I would just like him to do something romantic…
[approximately five minutes of her ranting and my silent nodding deleted for brevity]
Learn from this, attached gentlemen. Stay out of the doghouse and make reservations while there’s still time.
As for you unattached local guys, she’s pretty and might be available soon…