Marie my roommate set us up. Said she had a friend that wanted to meet me. Me? Said he told her he saw me with her... you remember? At the 4th of July barbecue. Supposebly, he kept asking about me. Practically insisting we get introduced.
Nah, I wasn't up for it.
You're right. Okay, okay. So I was holding out for Juan. Point is, I don't go for blind dates. So anyway, a month later, I finally agree. What-the-hell, right? It's a free meal.
Marie sets it up and everything. He was supposed to pick me up three hours ago!
Ha? Interesting you say that. She never gave me his number. No. Said he was going to know who I am and that he said to tell me to look for the guy in a blue shirt and glasses. Meanwhile, I stood in front of the ferry building, looking at every guy in a blue shirt and glasses. "Are you Sixto?" "Sixto Romero?" "S'cuse me... Sixto?" I can't count how many guys anymore.
Of course I tried calling Marie. Called her cell, home, even work--nothing! I could KILL her.
Who knows??? Gads, this is so not me. What should I do? Next ferry isn't till 4 and it's only 1, so I'm taking the bus home.
And then I'll start looking for another roommate.

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