Unfortunate Evening

I arrived home today and found my roomate scrubbing our kitchen. Our apartment was on its way to being absolutely spotless. When I asked her about it she informed me that we were having a dinner party. She is what I like to call an anti-sosh: one who never likes to interact with other people if they can help it. I was pretty shocked by the announcement but decided to go along with it. It turns out she had gone so far as to invite a guy that she went on a date with once, they lost touch, but recently ran into one another. So anyway she goes all out for the dinner. Lasagna, salad, bread– the whole shabang. So everyone arrives, about 10 in all. We ate, we talked. I enjoyed myself. At the end of the night I realized that my roomate failed to say more than 3 words to this special guy the entire evening. After all of that work.

I’m sorry but in my mind, that is crazy. Trust me if I do something like that for a guy, I would definitely talk to him! It was very strange of my roomate to go to all the trouble, for nothing. What a waste. I’m far too practical for that. I say, do something simple, or go to the trouble and talk to him!!!!

~~Lucy~~