I'm out at a bar or somewhere, and I meet two girls who are both interested in me. One is black, and we end up talking to each other so close that our lips are touching as we speak, but we don't go any further into a kiss. I remark to her that we seem to inhabit these grey areas.

The other girl is thin and white, and we make plans to meet the next day after work. I suggest 7, and she says that earlier would be better, so we negotiate on that but I think it ends ambiguously, and I will try to get off work earlier and then text her.

So I leave, but I end up with this other girl in my truck. She's extremely pretty, and wearing light breezy clothes, and she needs a ride home to Hillsboro (we are down south somewhere, perhaps Salem). I resist, because I'm supposed to meet Bonnie and Grandma nearby and drive home with them, but... she's very pretty, and I would like the chance to get to know her. And Hillsboro is mainly in the same direction as home, just farther. I feel like it's a little stupid, but I agree anyway.

First we have to run some nearby errand, which involves dropping off something at a house. I pull into a driveway, and it's just an impossible parking spot, all tight and crooked and I have to back out of it. They react as if I hit something, but I'm not sure if there was damage. I get the car out, and we unload the things we're dropping off.

The guy at the house, a young and sort of nerdy guy, says he'll calculate the damage. He was just standing there, he says, watching it all happen. Apparently the first thing we unloaded scratched something on a seat. Ok, fine, let's see what the damage is - adding to the cost of this fool's errand with the girl, who has changed her clothes while we were unloading and stuff.

The nerdy guy estimates the damage at $26. Oh no, I tell him, I don't think I have $26 cash on hand, would he take $18 and a pack of playing cards? He looks surprised, but awkwardly starts to answer that it would be ok, before I confess the joke and give him $26 out of my wallet. As I do that, they joke about the other large bills in my wallet, especially the $300 bill. I seem to be loaded.

As I go back to the car with the girl, I catch the tail end of a conversation between her and an extremely nerdy, short guy wearing think heavy glasses, and with somewhat crossed eyes. He is asking that he be put "on her list", so if those other guys don't work out, she'll go out with him? Of course, she says.

I remark to her that some people don't realize there isn't really a list, and according to the bible (and here I am clearly implying some specific book about relationships, and picking up girls, but I don't know which one, I'm just pretending there is one), if you're anywhere on the list besides #1, or maybe #2, you might as well not even bother.

So we get back in the truck, and I realize I am like an hour late to meet Bonnie and Grandma, and now I've even forgotten where I was supposed to meet them. Was it Whole Foods or Costco? I have to call them. I think I have Bonnie's cell number. Or I should call mom, I'm sure she'd call her if she couldn't get ahold of me.