I would finish the title by saying “so little time” but there’s a ton of time. Time, my friends, is all I have. I am so drenched in the Sea of Men right now that I literally cannot keep them straight. I must go in order.
CL#1Writer: We have a date for Friday evening after his holiday party. We’re aiming for 9:00.
CL#2BlueEyes: He emailed me and said that he left me a voicemail. I never got a voicemail, nor do I see any missed calls. What is strange is that I know he’s not lying because I have that Verizon Ringback tone and he named the song I have. He’s supposed to call back tonight.
CL#3TextTormenter: We are still emailing back and forth and have tentatively scheduled plans for this weekend as well.
Now, I know what you are thinking, “Velvet, how in the hell are you going to see the above three men (if CL#2BlueEyes wants to try to get together) in one weekend?” Well, I’m not. I’m going to see four men because the other stupid It’s Just a Nightmare dude who didn’t show up last week is scheduled for Saturday at like, 7. I’ll be outta there by 8:30, max. So see, technically I still have Saturday night open as well as Sunday. Do not discount Sunday as a viable date night.
But, I have to fill up my Saturday night soon because of this email I received from my Dad:
Velvet, I checked DC Greeks and see that there is a dance-party on Saturday night December 17 at 10:00 P.M. right around the corner form your condo at Andalu, 1214 18th Street NW. Think about it. Love, Dad
Why must he torture me so? After the last Greek I dated, I’m forever scarred. I told him I would not be going, but I would feel better if at least I had some decent plans so that I could say, “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to Greek Geek Night, but, I had a date with the hottest millionaire.”