I met Fred when my car broke down. Unfortunately my serpentine belt fell off. If anyone knows anything about serpentine belts than you will know it runs the altinator and the power steering so when it is off your car it renders it undriveable. After calling roadside assistance my tow truck driver arrived shortly. He was tall, built, and handsome. He was also witty and made me laugh the entire way to my mechanic’s shop.
After my car was fixed and I arrived home Fred called me. “Just doing a follow up call to make sure you got home ok’. No tow truck driver has ever been that nice. Knowing that Fred was hitting on me I thanked him for the called and told him he could call me anytime. The next day I called and we talked at great length about him. No at first I didn’t find anything weird about this because we were getting to know eachother. I told him we should hang out and he agreed to a movie and drink Saturday night.
We saw a great movie then went for drinks. It was a seemingly perfect date that ended with a pleasant kiss and no sleaziness. The following week it seemed I was the one always contacting him. I noticed during our first date he had not put much effort into his appearance. He seemed to need a shave and was wearing a long underwear shirt out. I tried not to be too judgemental. He also drove a very beat up truck that he rebuilt from the junk yard. It was a redneck’s wet dream even including doors that didn’t match. The following week I noticed all of our conversations revolved around him and how great he was. Then finally he came over the following weekend to watch a movie. His breath was stinky, and he was wearing a Joe Boxer jersey. I can not even remember the last time Joe Boxer made anything. He again failed to shave, and my dog didn’t seem to much care for him. I decided it may be time to be done with Fred. Fred didn’t seem to put up much effort into wooing me. I decided to allow him to call me and he never did. If it looks like Fred.. and walks like Fred…it’s probably a Fred!
