Last night was the big date with Mandy. The so-called rehabilitated Mandy.
To be honest, I picked up the phone twice with the intent of cancelling the date. I had a few canned excuses ready to serve, like “I’m not feeling well (*coughcough*)” or “Sorry, I have a blog article to write to tell everybody how much of a bi-atch you were to me in the past.” In the end, though, I put the phone down because there was something in her tone of voice that sounded different from before. Also, I figured that the best way for me to deal with Mandy wasn’t to avoid her, but to see if I’d recovered enough to be around her without slipping and ending up inside her. (Don’t laugh! It happens, you know!) Continue reading “Black & White on a Saturday Night”