Look, if you’re feeling uncomfortable, we can go.
Maybe this is just a bad idea. A really, really, bad idea.
It wouldn’t be the first one of those I’ve had.
That was a joke. A little levity. To lighten the mood?
I don’t guess I’ve told you I tend to alliterate when I’m nervous?
No? Not yet?
And also? I tend to turn everything into an interrogative?
I didn’t know him all that well, no.
My mother’s… no, wait… my grandmother’s?
Yes. My grandmother’s sister’s son.
I think that’s a great, no, a removed cousin. Is that what it is? A removed cousin?
How does that work?
You look really nice, by the way. I wish we could have, you know, coordinated.
I would have worn stockings.
I probably should have, anyway. At least some nude pantyhose.
Are there worse words in the world? nude and pantyhose?
Not nude by itself, although naked is better, I think.
I can also be a little vulgar, or inappropriate, or something, when I’m nervous.
It was a bad idea, right? This? You, me, here?
I mean, if someone were to ask me out and then say, “I need a date to a funeral,” I don’t know how I’d react.
Okay, I know how I’d react, but we’ve already established that I’m maybe not baseline.
This is really embarrassing, but that’s my aunt Linda coming towards us, and I’ve forgotten your name. Nick? Nat? Nate? Norman?
There’s that alliteration again.
So sorry. So, so, sorry.
