I was playing the role of Matron Mama Morton in a community production of Chicago and keeping pretty busy there. I also had a good theatre crush on going on and was getting the attention that I felt I needed at the time. Nothing to write home about, but made daily rehearsals in the summer much more tolerable.
There continues to be no talk of men with my friend through the beginning of August. The next entertaining post is a nasty picture of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. Maybe we were talking about it during our resume weekly walks, but no one is ringing a bell. There was a guy I was eyeing up at weekly trivia, but that was never a thing.
Most of the the conversations center around her infatuation with an old flame living in Sweden. We call him....Sweden.
At the end of August I go out with a reheaded saxaphone player that I met at a networking luncheon. He waited about an hour to mention his girlfriend (did he think we were still "networking"?) and didn't buy me a drink. I find myself saying "In his defense...." a lot.
My friend says she never wants to date.
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