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Oh, this is just plain sad. He's drowning. And the worst part is, he isn't even trying to find dry land. Where the hell does he come up with this stuff?
I can't help but chuckle at his Mafia line. If you give the woman you're trying to impress ways to dump you, you may be a redneck!
"Well Mr.Whitman, although, your imagination has intrigued me, I will not be leaving the country, becuase I quote some mafia guys are after me." I giggle again. What's gotten into me?
"Actually, the real reason to why I haved actually called you is because, I was wondering If we could meet up?"
"Meet up?" I asked, hating how easily it was to detect the surprise in my voice.
"Well, we don't have to ..."
"No no, that's what not I meant, you just caught me by surprise, that's all." I hastily interrupt Isabel before she decides she doesn't wanna meet me.
"When and where do you have in mind?" I ask her, playing with a pen on my desk. Do I even wanna meet her? Well, yes I do. But should I? It's just a meeting, nothign else but still ... is it worth the risk.
He's like clay. Clay that she's molding with very little effort. Michael thought to himself. I bet if she told him to skydive without a parachute, he'd do it. Have I taught him nothing? he snickered. Shaking his head again, Michael continued testing the game. He liked it so far. It was loud and full of blood and guts. Just what he liked in a game. He might just have to buy this one.
"Die you son of a bitch!" he yelled at the offending Nazi officer trying to attack his player.
"Everything alright?" Isabel asks over the phone after Michael's outburst. I take it that he enjoys the game.
"Everythign is fine." I quickly say with a glare at the back of Michael's head. "A friend of mine is here helping me work and ... it is a bit hard to explain I admit. No one was killed or anything though."
"Not yet." I grumbled. "That could always change." I continue to concentrate on the game. "Die die die!" I say as I shoot my way through enemy lines. "HA! Gotcha. Right in the balls. Now there's something to write home to mama about!" I yell as my player continues firing at the ememies.
Ignoring his friend in the background, obviously he dosen't have a life to devote all his time to video games. "Well, how about tonight? We can just get something to drink--nothing to major, just a nice get together? How about it?" I ask him, as I play with a sting of my hair--I looked like a teenager all over again..."god what was this man doing to me?" I asked myself and I couldn't wait to find out.
"Uh, sure." I replied surprised about how fast she *worked*. Well, to be honest, I'm more of a slow mover when it comes to such stuff so it is not that hard to appear fast compared to me.
"Same place as yesterday or somewhere else? Should we meet there or should I pick you up?" I asked quickly, without giving her time to answer. Michael shook his head and I'm hoping that it was because of the game and not my antics.
He sounded cute over the other end of the phone line...I knew he was sweating himself over nothing...even if he didn't see things that way. "Sure that sounds fine, ummm...it was 'The Bed' Right?" I already knew that..why was I asking him for? Stupid words were spilling out of my mouth--and I rushed on with the converstation. "I'll meet you outside at 9 o'clock, how does that sound?" I asked. I mean we were only meeting for drinks...it wasn't an actual date or anything. "I'll tell you what, why don't you bring--two of your friends with you? I mean I have two girlfriends, who wouldn't want me to have all the fun. Make sure you bring the doctor with you...my friend--the one he met yesterday keeps talking about him. So what do you say?" I ask and I waited for him to reply. but not before saying, " If your worried about your friends being in the way...don't--I mean we can alway ditch them...can't we?" I asked him, I could hear him breathing heavily into the reciver. "Hello?" I asked after a several moments in silence.
Taking two friends with me? Well, I could do that. Especially since I'm sure that the guys like the girls from yesterday too and won't hit me for getting them into a "blind date".
"Okay, Max is one of my friends. And the other one? The cowboy or the ..." I glance over to Michael, "the brooding one?" I smile innocently at Michael when he looks at me suspiciously.
