Cupid Hates Me

To say that I was in shock would have been a gross understatement as my jaw almost literally smacked unto the table just under my now stark white face. let me set the scene for you. There are three of us at a table of a nice Mexican place. Two of us were on a date, while the third was included at the last second. there was lots of laughter and fun had by all. The youngest person at the table, and myself, were bonding and just in general having a good time when the cell phone of the actual date rang. she then uttered words into the object that would forever haunt me. In this moment my mind rewound itself and began to question how I had gotten myself into the situation to begin with. The memory started from the beginning. I had been trying for months to get a date with this beautiful redhead named Velvet. It always seemed that no matter what I did to attract her attention, she always looked past me. That was until the day I accidently bumped her butt. Now, after months of effort I had landed a date, and was now on said date. Problem number 1- I was informed at the last possible second, and by that I mean after arriving at her house to pick her up, she no longer had a baby sitter. So she would either have to cancel the date or bring along her three year old daughter. I'm not one to shy away from kids, I myself have a small herd I am responsible for. The problem with this new wrinkle was that it threw off my entire plan of action for the entire evening. No more dinner reservations at a nice dinner location.