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An hour, wastedApril 17, 2006 - 8:32 p.m.
What a waste of an hour. How is it that women who seem so friendly and open in email on the phone turn into clams in person? I wasted an hour this evening with such a woman... she sat there, tight-lipped. Humorless. Sipped her drink, was formal and cordial and just oozing "when can I get out of here?" from most of her pores. I eventually said, look, it was nice to meet you, but I am going to go... "That's fine," she chirped. While I was up paying the tab (and yes her had-to-have-Grey-Goose vodka & grapefruit was more than my two plain drinks... she was over 20 minutes late, so I was one up on her), she left. Let's send those woman back to the Island Of Women Who Cannot Behave in Public. If was not as civil as I am, I'd have asked her what her damn problem was. But really, I don't care.
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