
I swear I ran to that bathroom like Sofia running in the fields to confront Celie in the movie The Color Purple. I panicked, so I called Latoya while pacing back and forth. I explained to her what led up to this event and that, “I must be jinxed or something. Can you please explain to me why this man brought his own dishes to a restaurant, I can’t do this he’s freaking me out?” Latoya suggested that I have to leave early on a personal matter, but I’ve already used that excuse so he couldn’t find out exactly where I lived. As I’m stumped on what my next move is Latoya is prepping herself for the night club and I thought Hum, you’re going to be my excuse so don’t go anywhere. I’ll tell him you called needing my help; you have the stomach flu or something. Okay. I did it; I walked back to the table and gave him this made up excuse about Latoya having stomach flu, and got the heck out of dodge without putting my foot in my mouth. I kind of feel bad having to lie, I mean after all I am an adult who doesn’t like to hurt people’s feelings. Ugh, I need to work on my action of authority.
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