At 3 A.M. I was awakened by his car parked outside my house blaring Bonnie Rait’s, “I Can’t Make You Love Me.” I think he was crying. Apparently, he had gone to a nearby bar drank his weight in whiskey and hatched the drive-by plan. I can only assume that he thought it was a good way to get my attention and it did. I called the cops.
Eff Approved Lame Date.
We never spoke again, and I have no idea what women he is kissing awkwardly these days. I am completely okay with that.
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