Fridays (Friday Number One, August 18th, page 2 of 6)


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This week was not absent problems. What some would call a mild annoyance, to me was a worrisome ordeal. Mr. Anderson called and asked me to dinner; not once but twice. Usually, when an infrequent invitation of this type occurs, a simple no is sufficient discouragement. The offer is seldom repeated. I socialize only when necessity dictates and I've successfully avoided any involvement that might be described as dating. Most people who know me realize this and my limited social involvement does not expose me to many strangers, especially of the male gender.

The situation with Mr. Anderson is peculiar. He and I have attended the same church all of our lives and nodded at each other on a thousand Sunday mornings. I was surprised when he called me. We smile in recognition if we pass on the street, if neither manages to look away in time. However, I don't recall we've ever exchanged a single word.

My first declination was simple; I was preparing a class schedule and couldn't spare the time. Mr. Anderson took my rejection cordially, but I was sure he would try again. Mr. Anderson is a nice man, from what I've heard tell over the years, and I had no desire to antagonize him or hurt his feelings. He is a handsome gentleman and I suppose most would consider him the catch of the town though I think he may be nearly as shy as I. Sure enough, my phone rang yesterday afternoon and I'm afraid I made a botch of it.

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