I was late.

God damn it, I set that fucking alarm.

I said, remembering it clearly.

Then I saw that I had said it for a.m. and not p.m. Christ! I got out my phone and made the call.

Megan? Yeah, hi. I... I overslept.

That's okay. It'll give you more energy for later. My date is late anyway. Get here when you can,

Megan said. Thanks. Okay, I'm on my way. By the time I got there, Megan was sitting at the table,

clearly upset, drinking. Hey, I'm here. Sorry, I said.

It's okay.

You might as well go home.

My date was called off.

Megan said.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Why?

This, she said and showed me the text.

It read, Sorry, man, have to go out with this heifer with kids.

What? Oh my God, that's horrible. Not really. He sent it to the wrong number. I think he's already drunk.

I don't want to be that heifer you have to get drunk to go out with.

Megan said, dodged a bullet.

This guy's a jerk. He has no idea how great you are. Tell you what, why not go out to a movie, take your mind off it, and get away for a while. You might meet someone,

I said. I would feel even more pathetic out by myself. Besides, I think I'm looking at the only

person in the world that thinks I'm great. Megan said and tried to take another sip of the booze, but I stopped her.

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