I had just popped a rather sizable chunk of garlic bread into my mouth when the dreaded question once again reared its ugly head.
“So, Laura, are you dating anyone at the moment? Tell us everything!”
With that one request, six heads all instantly sprang up from their phones, their half-filled wine glasses and the menus we had spread out haphazardly across the table, and quickly zeroed in on me.
I knew instantly there were only two ways this conversation could now go and neither of them were very pretty.
The first option was to just give up the goods I knew they were salivating to be dished up for them. With their preferred confessional menu including a range of scandalous dating stories, preferably ones littered with awkward encounters and cringe-worthy endings, we could all shriek and groan about until dessert was served.
The second option was that I just allowed myself to choke to death on the slice of garlic bread I still held clenched in my mouth.
Thus ensuring I would be wheeled out of the restaurant on a stretcher and spared any further questions on the subject while also leaving my dignity behind next to my still full glass of rosé.
With a sigh of frustration, I decided I had just better live, mostly because I’d already paid for the wine, and now I was left to dig hurriedly through my mind for some kind of enticing, crowd-pleasing story to offer up to the table.
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There was an article in MM once about a woman joining Tinder and saying she was actually looking forward to seeing antics of creepy men, so she had funny stories to tell her friends. And she said she was actually a little disappointed when all she met were normal guys.
I'm more concerned that people were on their cursed devices instead of interacting with their friends.