Part Three: The Blind Date—Conclusion or End?

Our romantic interlude was neither romantic nor an interlude, really, but I recalibrated my expectations—without a pressure gauge or socket wrench.

Previously: In last week’s episode, as my blind date with Michelle picked up speed, I picked up the check, purely by accident. Things were about to take a turn for the absurd, so I felt right at home.

It was raining cats and dogs when we left the restaurant, which, if you think about it, is a lot better than hailing taxis. We hopped into my car and drove off to a quiet, secluded spot to watch the submarine races.

“So what’s the first thing you do when you park with a girl?” Michelle asked.

“I set the emergency brake. Now what’s to stop me from kissing you?”