Trick or Treat: Dinner with Cathy (aka Happy Women’s Day)

Last evening I get an email from Cathy at around 6:30. She asks if I want come downtown and meet her for dinner. Is she calling me out just so we can have some nice dinner? Or is does she have some ulterior motive? Well, if you know Cathy like I know Cathy, then you can understand my trepidation (yes bitches, I know what it means and I used it in a sentence. I ain’t that dumb dumb, now am I? Or am I????). Since I’m Husband #5 I felt a duty to come out and sub in while RealHusband Al was doing whatever it was that he was doing. Sure, I was (quite) scared Cathy was going to ball her eyes out, but when duty calls… (I'd like to think I'm getting better, but we all know how I get when girls cry… uuggghhh!) Anyways, she brought me to One of a Kind Pasta (which we call One of a Crap Pasta) and paid for dinner. Thanks Cathy! Now if only I was in the mood for steak and seafood, the Surf n’ Turf was only $20!!! Instead, I was in a fish mood. Food was very good, company was great, and so was the conversation… that is until Cathy started talking about fornication with Al. “Holy Mackerel! I’m trying to eat my fish here!” (yes I was eating Mackerel and yes, I really wanted to use that joke. Zing!) I mean, its funny when its Cathy, Chris and I, or Cathy, Jon and I. But just Cathy and me? Damn, I need that buffer! We need to make fun of this, I can't do that by myself! Seriously, that’s not cool. I don’t need to suffer while you tell me about you and Al doing ‘it’. >shudder< Seriously… laugh!


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