For most a month, a male friend, let’s call him Calvin, dated a lady from his office. It was, however, strange that his new ‘girlfriend’ only called him whenever she wanted to go out to dance the night away or when she needed someone to chauffeur her and friends around town.
Calvin even started calling her his girlfriend even though their dates consisted of car rides about town in the dead of the night, of course at his cost. I felt sorry for him. I could not, for the life of me, understand why he was slow in realising that what he had with the girl was not a committed relationship, but some sort of ‘arrangement’.