Growing up, my father and two other neighbors were “best buds”. Dad was a policeman by profession, but had worked carpentry. The house two doors away belonged to “Alfonso” (name changed…) who was a plumber. The house across the street was owned by “Gerald” who worked for the telephone company. The three of them had been friends for years before I was born, and had a great relationship, especially when it came to home repairs or additions. My dad would handle the construction, and Alfonso and Gerald would take care of the plumbing and electrical work, respectively. No need for those expensive and time consuming permits…..
fast forward to December 3rd closing night if my first high school show and the day before my birthday. She shows up to the play… with him. I thougt OMG she’s trying to help me out. She’s going to introduce us and maybe he’ll get to know me. But no. She texted me after intermission saying that she knew I saw them and she was sorry to do it this way but she didn’t know I’d be in the play (I’ve been doing theatre since I was 7 like hell she didn’t know) and they were on a date. Then she asked “if that was okay”