010: A Disastrous Dating Tale

Decades ago, I met a girl at the Eastcliff Nightclub—long since demolished—and we seemed to hit it off rather well. Before we parted that evening, I suggested we meet up during the week. “I’ll be here on Thursday,” she said with a smile. “Catch you then.” “Okay,” I replied, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “That’ll be great.” Naturally, I spent the rest of the week looking forward to Thursday…