Oodles of Noodles

So you thought you could get away with it. You covered all of your bases. They both thought they were the only one. They both found out they weren’t. You could have gotten away with it for a lot longer, but you let them both know where you live. They both showed up after work with a bag of groceries to cook you dinner because you got sick. Sweet. They were both so sweet and so understanding. They were so understanding when you had to work late or made plans for a girl’s night, but were actually hanging out with the other. Now look at you. You’re sick and you have no one to clean up the bags of groceries spilled on the floor, forget about someone to cook the food that was in them. Two days go by. You start to feel better, no more sniffles. One calls. You say you’re sorry, you should have mentioned the other. He wants to have dinner. Hold on, someone’s beeping in on the other line. Two calls. He wants to have dinner. You’re speechless. Two dates, one night. Good excuse: You’re still a little under the weather, you don’t have much of an appetie and eat two light dinners. Let’s do this again next Friday. Let’s do this again next Friday. One night, two dates. I think I might have to work late, I think I made plans for a girl’s night out…