CONNOR FIXED ME UP. Four words in the English language that should have caused chills to run up and down my spine. Something like the Chinese must have felt when they heard “The Huns are attacking.” Maybe that’s a little extreme. Or not.
I should have remembered the time he set me up our freshman year in college. Connor and his date doubled with Andy and me. We went to the bowling alley, and I thought everything was okay. I bowled a good game, but Andy kept complaining about his shoes not fitting right. He changed his shoes three times. He finally came back in the middle of the second game and asked if Connor and his date could take me home. It turns out Andy was smitten with Cheryl, the bowling attendant, who had a fake tan, a tattoo on her cleavage, and bleached hair.
Lucky me. Not eve
