…If by “Romeo” you mean a nervous accountant named Rae.
My originally scheduled first date bailed last-minute with one of the all-time best excuses: “I’m really sorry, but I have a friend in crisis who I need to be with, so I can’t meet up tonight.” I mean, what can you say to that? “Unacceptable. You owe me more than this. I put up with your lack of capitalization for three whole emails.” Nope, he had me cornered. And I couldn’t help but be impressed— I wish I thought of it first.
So when the accountant swooped on the scene via instant message I was sure it was Uncle Sam giving me a sign. I had already spent hours wrestling with Turbo Tax to no avail. I quickly changed into something that said: “I’m smart. I’m creative. I put out for tax deductions,” and headed to the bar to meet him. But 14 seconds into our encounter I knew it was battleship down.
It wasn’t that Rae isn’t polite. He’s suuuper polite. He laughed at every joke I told, and everything I said. And every time I sneezed. And when he thought something was really funny he’d put his hands together in prayer and look up, as if Jesus himself had sent him this good time.
I left after two beers, not one step closer to a good time, or finishing my taxes.
- 2 hours
Think that’s tax deductible?
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