Nice party. Nice friends. I handled being the "host's date" with ease. We laughed. We danced. The night went well.
So having waited to the last minute to make my way across Houston to meet a girlfriend who will be staying with me a couple of nights, I'm in a hurry. The car seems to be on but with the radio blaring I'm not sure. I note quickly that I haven't got enough gas for the hour's drive. I'm checking dials and pretending to listen to his goodbye as he leans into the window for a kiss.
And then it happens . . .
I look up, wave, and say, "Ok, love ya! ... "
Of course, I then immediately move to "WAIT!!! No I don't. I didn't mean that. I ABSOLUTELY didn't mean that. Not now. Not ever. Really."
Sweet man that he is, he assures me that he's already recognized I'm a bit distracted and totally understands the miscommunication.
I drive away with the sinking feeling that I'm a total idiot.
After I fill the tank, I call.
"Ok, try this . . . 'loved the pary', 'i have a lovely time', 'loved meeting your friends' -- choose one and pretend I said that, will you?"