nostrakimus

Last night was the first time I saw the new man since the - *cough* - incident. Kim showered me with tough love advice before the date.

Kim's thoughts as to how the night should go:

Ah, well, what *I* would do is keep it light at the beginning. Not light and fluffy, just light. Small talkish, but friendly. Not giggly or flirty - friendly. Talk about the race, how Earnhart put up a good fight at the end, and it's a shame he's not in the chase this year.

Then after the first drink, bring up what you need to discuss. Don't spring it on him, just casually work it in.

Either you resolve things and end the night having kinky time or you find he's an asshat, throw a drink in his face, stick him with the bill and storm out just 'cause you've always wanted to do that.

Kim's predictions as to how it would go:

At first it's a little uncomfortable because there's the whole falling out looming over you although neither of you want to talk about it right off the bat to ruin the evening. Things eventually lighten up a little, perhaps due to numerous 3 legged cat jokes, and the drinks are flowing nicely.

After you're good and tanked, you blurt out, "So what was up with you the other night?"

Bringing you right back to where you were before, talking about your "relationship" when you're drunk. He shuts off. You demand respect.

Then you're abducted by aliens.

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Neither happened. Entirely. At all, actually.