A date with a resume?...... suspicious. Part 3

FINALLY: THE CONCLUSION.....
So "cutie" stands up and i realize that the one thing i had been dreading was finally coming true. Home boy was standing "tall" at about 5'2 ( a whole 5feet 2inches). I just wanted to dieeee..... if the ground had opened up and swallowed me at that moment..I WOULDN'T'T HAVE BEEN UPSET!!. I looked over at my friend and the questions burning in my eyes were not answered by the annoying smirk on her face. I should have know that the babe had never seen this guy before today. I could only imagine how the conversation between her and her man went....
Heifer Friend's Man: So who is Banke seeing again?
Heifer Friend: Ohh noone really...she just sorta got out of a casual relationship
Heifer Friend's Man: mmmmm... really?
Heifer Friend: why do u ask anyway?
Heifer Friend's Man: Because i might have someone for her
Heifer Friend: I hope he is cute, cos u know Banke can be very picky
Heifer Friend's Man: picky? in this day and age when you women claim that good men are hard to find?, anyway she will like my boy....he is "picky" as well. Just invite her out to dinner with us and i will set everything up on my end.
Heifer Friend: ok..COOL

I COULD JUST KILL BOTH OF THEM!. I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book, how crazy was i to think there could actually be a "normal" single man alive and without a date. I was determined to leave the table with my head held up high..afterall noone ever had to find out that i had just been on a date with 'short man devil'. I gave my friend a quick kiss on the cheek, thanked her for a fabulous night, turned around and flashed my date a smile. I counted to ten, took a deep breath and walked towards the door....i had only taken a few steps before i felt someone grab my waist...WHAT, WHO, WHY, I WILL FIGHT A MIDGET OHH.... , I was about to protest before "cutie" whispered in my ear "let me walk you to ur car". HABA now... why me?...AM I THE ONE THAT KILLED SOLOMON GANDY?....why couldn't i get rid of this guy?....you would have thought that after the mean look i gave him at dinner, he might be wanting to call it a night. I turned and smiled at him, systematically removing his hands from my waist as we walked towards the door. The feel of cool air against my face was the only thing that brought me comfort, i pulled my jacket closer together as i tried to imagine what life would be like once i was in my car and off on my jolly good way. I have never been speechless in my life, but at that moment... you could cut thru the tension in the air. I just couldn't be bothered to carry on a conversation with him...afterall what did we both hope to achieve from this long walk to my car. I knew the possibility of dating him wasn't ....well..a POSSIBILITY, i had paid my dues to the "midget world" by dating my last boyfriend and frankly a"tall" man is top priority on my 'man list' right now. The combination of a big nose, a VERY black face and "short man devilness" has got to be lethal...right?.
The sight of my Nissan Altima had never brought me soo much joy, i opened my door and was about to get in.... "so are u going to give me ur number or do i have to beg for it" he asked, i contemplated giving him a smart response but i didn't....."mmmm...well i am kinda talking to someone right now" i responded instead. I could see the look of uncertainty in his face...not knowing whether to push for my number or just give up. All the while this bobo was wasting my time and trying to make small talk, all i kept thinking about was how much i would have to pay for bail once the cops arrest me for "child abuse".....there was no way in hell anyone would believe this guy was in his late twenties..... I FELT LIKE I WAS GETTING TOASTED BY A 10YR OLD . The "leaning" thing he kept doing was also making me soo uncomfortable, our faces were soo close together.... i almost felt his big nose brush against my cold cheek. This couldn't be happening to me!!!!!...i thought to myself, whose husband did i steal?, out of all the men i could be romancing right now...someone had thought it smart to give me this joker. I knew i had to get into my car fast......even though i knew he wanted to linger and make conversation, i was not in the right frame of mind for it!. In an attempt to get him off my case and MY CAR!, i offered to put my number in his phone. Once i did that.... i got in my car faster than u can say WHAT!, belt strapped in?...CHECK!, crazy man off my car?...CHECK!. Once my 4inch stiletto heels made contact with the accelerator... I WAS OFF DUDE!.
40mins later and just a few minutes from my house.....
I was finally feeling good, I was rid of my "circus clown", I was fantasizing about my left-over pot of soup, I WAS FEELING GREAT, RELIEVED ALMOST...and then i get a call from a private number (blocked number).MMMMM...now i don't usually pick up calls i don't know (yes i am one of those)..but i figured i was feeling wonderful already, so nothing could ruin that. I answered with a skeptical hello..and WOW! guess who it was?...YEP.....MR. CRAZY!. He claimed he was calling to see how i was doing, like....... WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!, why do i attract the crazy ones? didn't i just leave this guy?..and already he was showing me reasons why i shouldn't have given him my number. I heard him mumble a couple of other things....i think!, but then again i can't be too sure...IT COULD HAVE JUST BEEN THE CLICKING SOUND OF MY END BUTTON!. Talk about a night from hell!.