From The Boyfriends and Friend Boys Series
The-Two-Day-Parker
When he said he wanted to see me on my actual birthday, I
was horrified. What did that mean for
where we were headed? Was I being
captured? Was this guy trying to wife
me?
I flashed back to our first date the previous month. It was rainy, I didn’t want to do anything
but go home. We met at chipotle and went
to a comedy show. At the end of the
night, I was deciphering whether or not to go to the dance club. I was also deciding if I did go, if I would
want to take him.
I said, “where is your car?”
Once we established that he had parked in the garage, I asked how long
he had and what time the garage closed.
It closed at midnight and it was 11:00pm. I looked worriedly at him and said that he
should move it to the street if we are going to the dance party, and I was
hoping we could both drive, furthermore because I wasn’t sure about this guy.
Then he said the strangest thing. And I was alarmed.
He said that he had paid for two days.
I am sure there was some explanation, like a reasonable
price, but if not,
that was presumptuous of him! I looked at him and he could tell that I was
concerned because I hadn’t decided if I wanted to sleep with him and even if I
did, I am the type of person who will kick a guy out at four in the morning
because I can’t get comfortable with a stranger in my bed. It’s rare that I can actually sleep next to
someone in the same bed. I didn’t want
to get into THAT conversation at all because even if I didn’t like him, I
couldn’t possibly reveal how much of a neurotic freak I am on the first
date. That’s privileged
information.
Then another thought occurred.
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How many dates did he have in Baltimore that weekend? He drove a half hour possibly an hour to get
to our date. Maybe he didn’t want to
drive home. We’ll never know. It could
have been possible that he had an already established booty call nearby, hence
the parked car.
April 2014
