Well, it turns out, timing is everything. After I asked her out, Heidi attended a personal safety class with a friend of hers. The purpose of the class was to teach women how to defend themselves in case they’re attacked, a very noble purpose. Unfortunately, it had the unintended consequence of freaking Heidi out.
From her perspective, she has now given permission to a stranger to take her to a place she’s never been, surrounded by people she doesn’t know and to, potentially, give up her free will and do who knows what. And I know hypnosis doesn’t work like that, but Heidi didn’t!
So, she cancelled.
The day of the date.
At this point, my psyche was giving me a superior look and saying “I told you so!” I couldn’t figure out what had happened, but I at least had the presence of mind to ask for a raincheck (yes, I used that word). What that raincheck would be, I had no idea.
I racked my brain to think of fun date ideas. We could go to the International Cinema and see a foreign film. Let’s see, last time I went there, I saw an Argentine film where a man slammed a woman’s hand in the door. Not the handle side, but the hinge side. Lovely. Plus, I think there were bees in it, too.
Okay, that’s out. The problem was, there were a thousand things we could do and I had no idea what she was into. Then, I remembered! She had mentioned she liked Peter Breinholt, a local musician. And he was doing a concert soon! And I could buy tickets to it! And then we could go!
I asked if she was interested in that and, indeed, she was. I also asked a good friend of mine, Jimmy, and his wife to go with us and they happily agreed. We would pick everybody up, grab something from Subway to eat at the show (it was an outdoor concert) and head up to Sundance. Everything was set for Friday.
So, why was I alone on Friday night when I was supposed to be on a date with Heidi?!!
(to be continued…)