Norma’s friends called her a hopeless romantic, and it wasn’t far from the truth. Every couple weeks Norma would regale them with tales of a new heart throb on whom she had set her heart.
“I really think he’s the one!” Norma would tell them time after time.
Time after time Norma walked away with a broken heart. But she never stayed down for long.
“This time it’s going to be different.” She would say. “I just know it!”
One day, as Norma was walking down the sidewalk, she looked up to see stunningly handsome man walking in her direction. Her heart skipped a beat. Resorting to the oldest trick in the book, she slammed awkwardly into a telephone pole and spilled the contents of her purse all over the sidewalk. Naturally the stranger stooped down to help, providing her with the perfect opportunity to introduce herself. He was just as nice as he was handsome, and just as single as he was nice. They made plans to meet for dinner that upcoming Friday.
Norma was ecstatic. He was the one! She could feel it.
Norma’s friends had heard it all before. They were not impressed.
“Dinner on Friday?” They asked.
Norma squealed with delight.
But what about the party?
Norma had entirely forgotten about the party she had planned with her friends that weekend. A strictly girls, no guys allowed bash way out in the country at the end of a dirt road, that was off another dirt road, that connected to yet another dirt road, which connected to minor highway, which connected to yet another minor highway, which intersected with a slightly larger highway which came to a small town, where another highway led 30 miles to the interstate.
“It only takes an hour and a half to get there,” said Norma. “I’ll be there by midnight!”
On Friday Norma’s friend all showed up at the house in the country. Norma wasn’t there. They waited. 11 O’clock came. No Norma. “
“It must be a good date.” said Carla.
11:30; No Norma. Midnight; Norma wasn’t there. 12:30; Where was Norma?
12:45; Carla got a call on her cellphone. It was Norma.
“Where is she?” The other girls asked.
“Missed her right.” Responded Carla.
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