I had previously seen Emily on purpose on 11 April of this year on a Monday evening. I met her at an Italian restaurant. Then unexpectedly on the 16th due to tire issues and I drove her from her work to her home. 

We had kept in touch after that via calls and text. I asked to see her again. She works weekends on a night shift and makes planning a tad difficult. Meaning she gets home Sunday morning around 7 am from the Saturday before. Sunday/Monday are her days off. Should I see her it would be on a Sunday evening around 4 pm. Those of us who aren’t accustomed to schedules such as those view Sundays at that hour as a way of winding down to get ready for the week ahead on Monday. 

She agreed to meet again only this time I would arrive at her residence to pick her up. It wasn’t that I was apprehensive about it, but there was an mild uneasiness I felt inside. It would mean I would meet 3 members of her family – all teens. It’s not as if I would drive up and honk and wait for her. I’m too old school for that. But Emily assured me it would be fine. Normally I don’t care what a person feels toward me or about me, but regarding Emily and her family, I DID care how they viewed me. 

Being at her home for the first time went relatively uneventful, so that was a small hurdle that I felt good about. So it was just us 2 now in my vehicle and we went to a taqueria style Mexican food restaurant. She went for a frozen margarita, and liked it 🙂  She may have liked it too much since she didn’t eat much food other than an appetizer we shared. Soon she ordered another. Then another. She seemed fine until we went back to my vehicle. We went for a short drive and then back to her place where we sat outside and talked. Unbeknownst to me the tequila hit her pretty good. I don’t think she remembered much as she would tell me the next day, “I don’t remember getting home,” haha. I chuckle not making light of her intake but just a good natured type of laugh. 

I was glad she enjoyed herself and got to unwind for a few hours. She needed it. 

And unfortunately I left my credit card at that restaurant. But that would be good news