Oh, Denzel, you do give good phone.
Yes, that sounds … incredible.
Dinner and dancing beforehand? Oh, I’d love to.
But … but what about your wife?
Seriously? Oh goodness, what a generous woman! She’s right, of course, that would be selfish. How kind of her to share. So, let’s pick a date.
Thursday? And that’s the only evening you’re free?
Oh … wow. I am so sorry; that won’t work for me. That’s the third Thursday of the month — the night I meet with my writers’ group — The Write Stuff. Not only do they make me smile, darlin’ I’m grinning from ear to ear.
Yes, honey, you are. You’re very important to me. But so is my Write Stuff family. Once a month we get together and entertain each other. There’s no telling what I’ll miss while I’m with you. Here, some of them publish blogs. Go take a look and see what I’d miss. There’s Jenny Kissed Me, Possibilities and my doxxie-girl Lilli’s personal favorite The Biker Chihuahua. There are also a number of artists in the group — novelists, essayists, poets and screenwriters (yes, dear, screenwriters) — who have no blogs. The only place I get a privileged reading of their work is at the group.
Denzel, sweetie, get up off your knees.
There, there — don’t cry. It’s okay. I still love you.
Maybe next Thursday …