linda's? you're meeting him at linda's?

Aaron says to me he says, 'I'll call you Friday after work to make plans for Saturday.' Friday? no call. Saturday morning? no call. I call Trudee and say to her I say 'how long do I wait around for this guy to call me? He seems nice, but this is definitely not getting off to a good start.' 'Give him until 3pm,' she says, 'maybe something happened.'

230PM the phone rings and the first thing Aaron says to me is 'I am so sorry I haven't called you.'

Hm. Strike one.



My friend Brain Bannon says to me later on the phone, he says, 'you're meeting him at Linda's? Hm.' Indeed. I have to admit, his selection of Linda's for meeting him on our first date was also a little worrisome. It's a bit of a dive bar on Capitol Hill that often has a number of hipster types looking too cool for skool. Could it be a strike two? At the very least, I could look cute anyway. Jeans, heels, white blouse, and sweet light chocolate sweater with slender sleeves that puff out into detailed cuffs. I walk in and he's already there: sitting at a table with two other girls.

Strike two.

I've waited and waited and looked and looked but that strike three? It never came.