As my only other single friend, I invite Katie over to share chocolate and wine.
There was a time when, if I didn’t have a date on a Saturday night, I’d sit in with Scott watching something on DVD from the corner rental shop. It was an exercise in compromise as this is a shop that time forgot. If you wanted mid nineties classics, this would be your place. Anything approaching a new release, you’d have to wait another five years, before Gary the owner, contemplates getting it in.
Aside from that, Scott’s idea of a great movie and mine aren’t always the same thing. My choices have been; just like heaven, maid in Manhattan, just my luck. His choices have been speed, Shawshank redemption.
I took it for granted until now. I can no longer count on Scott to just be there. To listen as I whin
