My thoughts turned to how I wanted to proceed with Alexa, and I decided to ask her if I could run with her. It was a friend-zone approved activity. If she seemed uncomfortable, I would tell her it was so I could tailor my therapy around her stride, or some other bullshit. I had just dozed off when my cell buzzed with a text. Jeff: I need a HUGE favor. Me: What do you need man? Jeff: I need you to run with Alexa tomorrow. Was he kidding? Why would he pick me to run with her? And why, when Jeff just handed me my date on a silver platter, was I pissed? Me: Why can’t you do it? Jeff: My mom had to be rushed to the hospital for shortness of breath and chest pains. I need to drive to Syracuse tonight. Well shit, I couldn’t be mad at him for that reason. I would just have to come up with another kind of date that didn’t scream date.
