this morning #1714.
this morning, i was walking around with a soft look of shame on my face. last night’s dinner wasn’t a total disaster but it didn’t go great. i arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes late. the lady & her friends were waiting for me at the bar. everybody was all smiles but i sensed that something was off. something beyond the fact that they had a developed dynamic. at first, a lot of the talk was focused on me. the new guy. i wondered what she’d told them. they knew enough to ask about my job. inquired about my writing. joked about how we’d met because she’d hit my car. drinks kept flowing. then i got nosy. prying questions led to uneasy moments. by the end of dinner, i’d stopped talking, afraid to say something else stupid.