Scott and I worked together in a call center, bill collectors by trade. We saw each other a lot in the break room and naturally bonded over horror stories we’d experienced with customers. Scott was a way better collector than me because he wasn’t afraid to get aggressive and man-handle the customers into paying on their debts. I, on the other hand, took the kinder, gentler approach and suffered accordingly for it. Customers could easily manipulate my gentle nature and dominate the conversation to their liking.
Anyway, as the months flew by, Scott and I grew into what I assumed was a good, healthy work friendship. Little did I know, Scott was playing me, seeing how he could evolve our relationship to fit his needs. So, one day he invited me over to watch a wrestling match.
I was really reluctant to go because I don’t enjoy sports at all, but I could tell Jeff was pretty excited about hanging out, and, well…I honestly just didn’t want to let him down. So, I agreed.
The “date” was on a Friday a few hours after work and I showed up to his house casually dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Scott answered the door wearing a similar outfit and pretty soon we were on his couch watching the fight.