knock, knock, scramble

i don't like to lie. so that's why when i heard the three-tone knock at the door, i jumped off my bed and crawled my way into the closet.

"i don't know if she's here, let me go look."

and then she saw me, all contorted looking, smiling awkwardly, sitting in my closet.

"umm you ok? are you looking for something? the door's for you."

so out i went and there he stood.

he's a great guy, really! i just hate the dating game sometimes.

second date here i come.