Double Booking

As the saying goes, the only thing you need to get a date is....another date. And it wasn't more true than in Emmerson's case last night. After hitting the books hard in preparation for some good times with the GRE's, Emmerson was planning to get her freak on by going out on not one, but two dates in one night. What? you say, the gumption!, how could she be so inconsiderate? Please, guys do it all the time. So kudos, to you, Emmerson. Anyhoo, so Spikey-Hair Boy was to pick Emmerson up from the apartment and take her out for a little food and drink action, and then shortly after being dropped off back at home she was going to meet up with date #2, Improv Boy for some tea time at Urth. So, big surprise when a late-to-pick-her-up Spikey-Hair Boy decides to take Emmerson to Urth for their date (great, Urth back to back - a little dating deja vu, anyone? - but whatevs, Emmerson's sure there are worse things she could suffer through). So date #1 is going fairly well - they sit, they eat, they talk....a while, then they sip their oolong (ever-so-preteniously)...The date is going long now, and Emmerson starts to get a little nervous - she's supposed to meet Improv at 9:30, it's now 9:15. Craptastic! She can't seem to shut Spikey-Hair up and Miss Manners finds it super awkward to text Improv to tell him a later time or another place right there in front of Spikey-Hair. Uh oh...too late....there's Improv, about to make his way up the steps at to go into Urth when he spots Emmerson out on the patio with Spikey-Hair. Busted! Dammit, why couldn't Spikey-Hair have suggested the Melrose location? does everyone and their mother have to come to the one on Beverly? I'm mean really, people! So Improv, clearly jilted, and Spikey-Hair, clearly confused (and then upset once he put his little head around the situation) start a little fisticuff action before deciding to turn their anger on poor little I'm-not-a-vixen-I-promise Emmerson. "How could she?" "Why is she such a slore?" (put your two favorite synonyms for trollup together and you'll get what I'm talking about) So many questions, so little attention span, or willingness to care...somewhere amidst Spikey-Hair's and Improv's whinning, Emmerson casually got up from the table and trotted off *ambivalent face*; the two boys were left to pick up the tab and bicker like little girls. She walked down the street for a bit (until she was out of sight of course) and then she called me to come pick her up. So perhaps we should amend the saying: all you need to get a date is...another one, just not on the same night. So there I was coming to the rescue, and getting a great bit of fodder for the Marni Stone in the process ;)