Mr. Harpie.

I reflected back on the date I had with the guy my friends had set me up with, who was extremely fascinated with bugs.

The restaurant we happened to be in served bugs. I must not be keeping up with the latest trends.

Another detail I observed was that my date was still wearing his coat at the round table.

The girls had told me that I'd have a wonderful date night. He's a great guy that would blow my mind. There were right about one thing. My mind was blown- by simply watching all the creepy cooked crawlies that were being eaten like a plate/serving of beef or chicken.

After surviving the strange dinner, I paid for the meal. My date didn't even want to split the bill with me. What was his excuse....he didn't have a wallet. He doesn't carry earthly materials like money on him. Wow. If I had a car I would have driven back to my apartment.

I faced him and before I even said a word. He said, " You can call me Mr. Harpie or Harp for short." Was he able to read my mind. Oh no. He must have been aware of all the things I thought during our brief dinner date.

Harp: I enjoyed having dinner with you. I want to tell you that I'm no ordinary guy. I'm a Harpy.

After dinner Harp carried me into his arms. The next thing I knew I was brought safely back home.