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Rescue Ring
My friend M has just gone through a divorce after 10 years of marriage. She was barely in her 20s when she got married, and now she's back in the dating pool.
She is scared and nervous. She basically hasn't gone out on dates since high school.
Last night she called me in a panic; she was about to go on her first date - drinks after work.
"What if he's horrible?" she asked.
"He won't be horrible. If he is, just leave."
"But what excuse do I have?"
"You don't need one," I explained. "Or if you want, just say you made dinner plans and you have to go."
She begged me to call her cell phone at an appointed time, to "rescue" her if she needed it.
Her plan was this:
M: "If it's awful, I can answer the phone and pretend you are my aged aunt Maude who needs me to rush over to Brooklyn to help you move an armoire."
THB: "You've obviously put a lot of thought into the fact scenario."
M: "Well, I actually do have an aunt Maude. And she does live in Brooklyn. But she has a separate dresser and closet, not armoire. It's ok if I lie about that, right? He won't find out, will he?"
THB: "How on earth could he find out something like that? Look, maybe if you don't like him, just say you have to go. You don't even have to say why. He can handle it."
M: "Well, I don't want to hurt his feelings!! What if he hates me?"
THB: "Argh, why do you care? He's a big boy; he'll be ok!"
Poor thing. At any rate, like a dutiful friend, I called her cell phone at the appointed time. She didn't even answer.
She called me later to report that she had a great time on the date, and she didn't want to answer the cell phone because that might be rude and might hurt his feelings.
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