It has been an awkward sort of week. I should have possibly anticipated it. It began awkwardly. Zipties are never inawkward.

I contemplated a response to this, but I am a Gentleman.


Regarding the (yes, I have yet to tire of female) date, I gathered she is in the habit of engaging in a decadent luncheon should her Valentine's Day fail to coincide with a relationship. I, being the friendly sort, engaged her in conversation. As so often happens when bored, unattached adults are surrounded by this most saccharine of holidays, we moved to a less offensively heart-infested locale. Which was in itself pleasant enough, but did allow me a front-row seat when her longtime admirer made a surprise call. It seemed he had decided today was The Day. Unfortunately, he failed to inform her.

It put me to mind of a classic sitcom misunderstanding, but with significantly more shouting and commercially packaged projectiles.

It turned out right enough; once all attempts at battery desisted I took him out for a bit of drowning the sorrows. He was quite a pleasant bloke, as it turns out. I helped him pick out the apology bouquet.