It always seemed to me, that people might consider a fiancée a determining factor in their dating status. Some of my dates have not always agreed. Enter, Marty. I'm not sure what element of the Marty scenario was most disconcerting to me; the fact that he had the chutzpah to pick me up while I was waiting for another date and his fiancee was upstairs or that he planned an entire date for us that included introducing me to some of his co-workers. We frolicked through the art show opening, talking culture and politics as "ooh, so renaissancey" thoughts danced through my head. That was followed by drinks, at which point Marty dropped the engaged bomberoo. I looked around, certain I must be on one of those shows where they see how much one human being can take before having a total freak-out. Then my inner Jung took over and I asked a few probing questions: (1) Are you kidding me?; (2) Does your fiancee mind that you are dating?; and my sister's personal favorite (3) Now that I have one of you in front of me, what is it exactly, about me, that makes you types think I would be cool with this? I then realized that I was done with our session because my sangria was gone. I told him to get the check and Marty, ever the gentleman, insisted on walking me home thinking that chivalry somehow cancels out cheating. I politely declined. Apparently Marty thought he would gain some points for telling me he was engaged, which "he didn't have to do". Point spread for team Marty - insurmountable.
UPDATE…
Marty subsequently sent me an e-mail telling me he thinks of me often and signed off with a Led Zeppelin love quote (please refer to title). Enough said.
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