Marc had his eye on Liz, the receptionist at work, and had mentioned it to his friend on a few occasions. One day his friend said, “Don’t kill me but I told Liz you wanted to go out with her. And she said she takes an extra peek when ever you pass by.” Marc was thrilled and agreed to let his friend set up the date. Friday evening at 7 he drove to the house where he had once dropped Liz off after work. She opened the door wearing sweats and her hair in a ponytail. “Marc, come on in”, she said. He came in and they both just stood there for a minute. He finally asked, “So are you ready to go?”
“Um where are we going?”
“Just dinner and a movie.”
“Marc my boyfriend is downstairs, I am sorry.” Marc left in a rush and drove right to his friend’s house. His friend opened the door he said, “Marc, Liz just called and she thinks you stood her up.” As it turns out, his friend had thought all along that he’d been talking about Liz, the girl that had the cubical next to him at work, not the receptionist. Marc went out on the date, an hour and a half late. And she must have forgiven him for crushing on that other Liz because they have now been married 12 years.
“Um where are we going?”
“Just dinner and a movie.”
“Marc my boyfriend is downstairs, I am sorry.” Marc left in a rush and drove right to his friend’s house. His friend opened the door he said, “Marc, Liz just called and she thinks you stood her up.” As it turns out, his friend had thought all along that he’d been talking about Liz, the girl that had the cubical next to him at work, not the receptionist. Marc went out on the date, an hour and a half late. And she must have forgiven him for crushing on that other Liz because they have now been married 12 years.
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