August 3, 2010
He'll flip through his calendar trying to pin down the day we can go on our dream date: "Let's see. I have an early meeting on Tuesday so Monday night is out. Tuesday I have a client dinner. Wednesday I have a dinner party for my friend's birthday. Thursday I have to work late. And, on Friday I leave town for the weekend. How's your schedule next week?" I can practically hear his finger resting on his lip like when Wayne read over his show's contract in Wayne's World.
I'm trying to schedule a date here, not a semi-annual checkup at my dentist. Why do I have to wait two weeks to see his adorable face? I appreciate that he's not a slacker (as Mr. Strickland would say), but I hate dating busy guys! It makes me want to roll my eyes and blow the bangs out of my face in exasperation.