The note
By Wade KwonAt dinner the other night, Kay passes me a note. Like we’re in study hall or something.
Apparently she needs help with her math homework, as it appears to be some sort of banking problem.
My mistake, her note is written on the back of the ATM receipt.
It reads:
WADE –
Is she your date??
Kay
The answer defies a simple yes or no, so I politely smile and tuck the note away.
She is naturally curious about the woman to my right, a beautiful and charming creature new to the group.
But the answer was: I didn’t know.
We invited her to the dinner via the new etiquette: e-vite. But before I could extend my personal invitation — no, not working blue — she was already in.
Nuts.
So I invited her anyway via the semi-new etiquette: e-mail.
And she said she would. (yay!)
So we’re going to same dinner together that we’ve already been invited to separately.
It’s time for America’s latest quiz sensation: Date / Not a Date.
Rather than puzzle it out, I just went with it. And while Kay had a perfectly reasonable question, I left her hanging. I didn’t know.
But I do now. And I’m not telling.
Friday, October 21, 2005, 9:54 pm
OOOOOOH, SMACK!
(I didn’t know what that meant until I typed it. But I do now. Maybe.)
(And I will tell, for the right price…)
Saturday, October 22, 2005, 12:07 am
I’m voting date. You did pick her up and ya’ll did go for drinks after. And you did have quite stimulating conversation before, during and after dinner. Yep. I vote date.