Stoney was sweet yesterday and invited me over for dinner. He was making tacos ... and he knows my deep and abiding love of tacos. I was backing out of the driveway to head over, I got a text message saying he was running late ... but to go ahead over to the house and he'd be home shortly. I stopped for a gift card ... then stopped again to pick up a birthday card. I figured I could waste a little time ... give him time to beat me home.
I pulled up in his driveway. I expected the garage door to be open ... but no. The blinds were shut. Despite my dilly-dallying, I'd beaten him home. I knocked on the door and twisted the knob to be sure. It was locked. For a split second, I considered going back and getting in the car ... driving around for awhile. But I decided to get out my keys instead ... and I went inside.
His house was dark ... and smelled so good, as usual. I have a habit of talking to myself ... and I said something along the lines of, "This feels weird ... and so cool!" I set my bags down and started to kick my shoes off ... when he jumped around the corner.
I screamed bloody murder.
He quickly came over and hugged me ... while I threatened to leave. He was laughing ... and kissed my head and said he was just playing. It took me a minute to stop seriously wanting to hit him ... and a couple of minutes of me yelling, "You suck!" at him ... but eventually we both were laughing. But now we both know. He knows I don't like being scared ... and I know to open the goddamned garage door and check for the car.
Fool me once, mister. And for the record, I might have left ... if I didn't love tacos so goddamned much.
PS ... My second interview is in one hour ... expect an update post later! Wish me luck, Internets! I need me a job!
My my my, I'm once bitten twice shy, baby
My my my, I'm once bitten twice shy, baby
Great White -
Once Bitten Twice Shy
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