MFA - Part Four

Ok so we went on the date from hell on a Wednesday. On the following Friday afternoon, I am leaving work and I notice that I have a missed call and a voice mail from none other than the face licker, MFA. I take a deep breath and dial my voice mail up. I gotta hear this, right?

In his increasingly pretentious tone he says something along the lines of, "It was such a pleasure meeting you last night. I had a really nice time and really felt a connection at the coffee shop. But I feel that it was rushed with the prospect of work. Maybe we can take some time to recreate that this weekend. Give me a call when you get off work."

Connection my ass. I didn't return the call, ever.


**As soon as I can figure out how I intend to post the voice mail here for your enjoyment.