He buttered her up so good she had wanted more, and a quasi-relationship ensued. Truth is she was a bit nutty and funny like Charlie was. Once she had come over with a plant. Some kind of Ivy.
"It's just a plant, thought you'd like it here. You don't have any plants in your apartment."
"I guess I kinda like it that way." He said taking it out of her hands, then with a smile he quickly added, "But thanks." A dark look had passed over her face at his initial lack of enthusiasm. But he had buttered her up as usual and then, a few weeks later when she called to see if he was "busy", he had said that he was.
"You know what, I want my plant back."
"What?" Doug laughed into the phone, "It's my plant now, I've grown attached to it...or it to my apartment." He'd glanced over at it, the dark green leaves already covering a part of the windowsill. With regular watering it had grown prodigiously, as ivies do.
"Fine, but you're an asshole."
"Just because I already have plans tonight?"
"No, because you just are."
That had got him thinking a bit. She had agreed that things were just casual between them, no strings and all that. She never turned down or complained about his beer batter finish, so what was the deal? He Jerry Seinfelded on this for a while, but it didn't take a legendary Jewish, New York comic to figure out she was catching feelings. "Fuck" he muttered. Then he thought about Charlie. Charlie would've wifed her up, they were a good match. He had to make this right.
"It's just a plant, thought you'd like it here. You don't have any plants in your apartment."
"I guess I kinda like it that way." He said taking it out of her hands, then with a smile he quickly added, "But thanks." A dark look had passed over her face at his initial lack of enthusiasm. But he had buttered her up as usual and then, a few weeks later when she called to see if he was "busy", he had said that he was.
"You know what, I want my plant back."
"What?" Doug laughed into the phone, "It's my plant now, I've grown attached to it...or it to my apartment." He'd glanced over at it, the dark green leaves already covering a part of the windowsill. With regular watering it had grown prodigiously, as ivies do.
"Fine, but you're an asshole."
"Just because I already have plans tonight?"
"No, because you just are."
That had got him thinking a bit. She had agreed that things were just casual between them, no strings and all that. She never turned down or complained about his beer batter finish, so what was the deal? He Jerry Seinfelded on this for a while, but it didn't take a legendary Jewish, New York comic to figure out she was catching feelings. "Fuck" he muttered. Then he thought about Charlie. Charlie would've wifed her up, they were a good match. He had to make this right.