When I was in high school, my friend Jerry was always setting me up on dates with the friends of whatever girl he happened to be seeing at the time. I don’t know why. Maybe he thought he was doing me a favor. Maybe he felt guilty because he was spending a lot of time with his girlfriend and neglecting his other friendships. I don’t know. The point is, these things always turned out to be disastrous. For instance, on one particular occasion we ended up at a park towards the end of the evening. Jerry and his girlfriend excused themselves from the vehicle to “go for a walk.” I sat in uncomfortable silence with my “date” for a few minutes and then muttered something like, “Well, this is fun…” (I was pretty smooth when I was in high school). I suppose it shouldn’t have surprised me when she opened the car door, but it did. “Where are you going?” She didn’t answer, just got up and walked away. I got out and followed her to the baseball field, and watched in astonishment as she began climbing the backstop. “What are you doing?” I asked (see how witty I was?). She pretty much just ignored me. I shrugged my shoulders, muttered something under my breath, and began climbing up after her. I got to the top and we just sat there staring at the stars. I looked over at her and she smiled at me. “Pretty cool, huh?” She asked. I looked back at her and was really glad that it was dark because color had risen in my cheeks at that smile. It was looking like this wasn’t going to turn into such a horrible night after all… and then the cops showed up. They chased us out of the park, but not before giving us a long lecture on the dangers of climbing backstops. The rest of the evening pretty much went downhill from there.
With such experiences under my belt, you might think that I wouldn’t wish such things on others, but when my girlfriend G asked me if I might have a friend that we could set up with her friend K, I immediately volunteered my friend J.
J, this apology is to you, buddy. I’m sorry. I really didn’t know that K was a 15 year-old drug addict. I certainly didn’t know she’d start detoxing in the front seat of your car. I also must apologize, because for a long time I’ve blamed you for the whole incident. You see, I’ve often wondered if maybe K was faking the whole thing just to get out of an extremely boring date. I’m really sorry for thinking that. It’s just that, when K started convulsing, I was attempting to get to second-base with G and it really threw me off my groove. If she was faking it (though the whole foaming at the mouth thing was pretty convincing, wasn’t it?) she had really horrible timing.
In any case, I’ve come to realize – these many years later – that I should actually be thanking you. G broke up with me two days after that date. That actually proved to be pretty fortunate, because the last time I saw her (about two years after we broke up) she was pregnant and on probation for Grand Theft Auto. So, sorry for putting you through all that, and thanks for saving me from a life of misery.
Still friends?