Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise and defined by its numerically-eponymous title.
Prompt word:
WRECK
“I don’t know, I think I wrecked my chances with her.”
“What the hell you talking about man; you went out for breakfast after work so, a) how could you screw that up and, this is a mandatory follow-up question, call it 2), exactly how do you define ‘your chances’?”
It has been said that friendship at the stage of life between immaturity, i.e. late-teens and college years, (provided it’s a Liberal Arts program), and for lack of a better term, ‘practical maturity’ are surely the most intimate of relationships; when true passion is the measure, friendships trump romance nearly every time.
“Well, we talked until three in the morning and she laughed at my jokes.”
Laughing, and thoroughly overlooking the irony, the more experienced of the two friends at the coffee shop smiled with genuine affection, “Dude, given your amateur status, her laughter, though a simulacrum of actual making out, gets you an ‘A’ for sincerity and an ‘A-‘ for momentum, so why the long face?”
“Well, I let her out at her car, drove to the edge of the parking lot and watched in my rearview mirror to make sure her car started; but I don’t think she realized that; oh man, your face says it all… I totally blew it.”
About clarkscottroger
Yeah, he “totally blew it”, lol
Engaging Six. I can easily picture those two friends. And know exactly what the girl was saying as he drove off 😆
lol it’s just as well the MC didn’t have to witness it directly
LOL! A simple misjudgement – if your explanation is accepted, all is well. If not, all is well that ends well.
that is an admirably mature response… are you sure you typed the url you wanted to visit correctly? lol
Yep. 🤣
A car wreck of sorts. If only he had stepped out of his… but their friendship remains.
this is true
Oh dear, oh dear… got it wrong. Another change… maybe?
damn if I can keep track any more! lol
Nice description of assessing how a date went. It could have been worse. She might not have laughed at his jokes. I wonder what he saw her do in his rearview mirror.
thanks, Frank. the imagination of the insecure always errs on the side of unhappy
Sadly spot on. He’ll have to try again. Apologies can hell build relationships, too.
alas, all too true