Chapter 9
The tall, skinny, horse-faced straight man of my dreams fell into my lap the very next day.
Aside from restating her opinion of record that I was both selling myself short and doing Chris a favor by not giving a romantic relationship with him a chance, Katie had little to say about my graceless exit when I told her the story the following morning.
“Mind you,” I reassured her, “it didn’t end terribly. When we said good night, we sort of apologized to each other.” Living in the same building, we of course had gotten out of the cab together, and we said good night in front of my apartment.
“Look, Chris…” I had begun, but he cut me off.
“Todd, please, it’s okay. Those martinis went right to my head, it was dark, the music was romantic…I got carried away with the whole atmosphere
