[There are times when you imagine things cannot possibly get any worse than they already are. Then, if you’re me, there are those times~~

~~ when you attempt to comfort yourself with this, only to realize it is a lie. A bald faced lie. Things with Logan got progressively ~~

~~worse the moment I let the none too delicate expletive slip my lips as if prophetically announcing just where this date is going to go.~~

~~ Logan, to her credit, handled the entire thing very well. The awkward exit from my house, the stifling silence in her car -on the way~~

~~ to the restaurant that was a trendy little place I would /never/ go to- and especially this moment that will forever go down in history~~

~~ as the most awkward conversation starter….ever.] I don’t wanna be here! [I don’t exactly mean to blurt it out so loudly that the couple~~

~~at the next table not so inconspicuously turns to glance at us. Logan Marshall stills and the tension that was already inches thick ~~

~~ between us becomes almost unbearable.] Not with you. God, no, that came out wrong. I don’t usually do this..if my embarrassing ~~

~~demeanor is any indication. But I just… You’re…. This is so terribly, terribly...terrible. [All of my degrees and I can’t seem to ~~

~~articulate a simple statement, and it only worsens my flustered verbal diarrhea and this /entire/ predicament. Realistically, a woman~~

~~ like Logan Marshall shouldn’t be single, or internet dating, or out with me. Realistically none of this is happening, and any moment~~

~~ I’ll wake up from this nightmare. She’s catfishing me. She has to be. It’s the only thing that makes sense, otherwise she wouldn’t even~~

~~ be here. I have no idea why, but once the idea gets into my head, it won’t exit.] Logan Marshall Why are you here? I mean, really. ~~

~~What are we--- what is this? [I gesture to her, almost incredulously] I mean you, you /cleeearly/ don’t need to be here, while I so ~~

~~/clearly/ do that my teenage nieces have orchestrated this entire catastrophe. I may be a doctor, but I also have five kids, so if this~~

~~is… that kind of thing, you my friend are shit out of luck. [She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off, standing abruptly~~

~~ from the table] Women like you don’t go out with women like me. Okay? There. I said it. And I’m going to go now. Away. I’m going to ~~

~~go away. I--- I don’t even know why I let it go this far. I’m sorry. I’m---I’m sorry. [I gather my things hurriedly] But you are ~~

~~gorgeous, you’re great… Logan right? And I wish you all the luck. [I almost trip on the table cloth as I attempt to make a hurried~~

~~ exit, cheeks flushed in mortification. I am never /ever/ ever doing this again. ]