The Adventures of a Coffee Mug Thief

This was from awhile ago... the end of March. I had been seeing someone and we hadn't been hanging out as much... well, I'll let the story speak for itself. (I emailed the scenario to the guy I was seeing, hence the usage of "you").

The Adventures of a Coffee Mug Thief

So I went to grab my coffee mug yesterday. As I was hiking up your stairs to the porch (me and my heels and your stairs... arg,) this guy parked his car and got out. So he sort of stands there and I wobble back down the stairs, and makes some comment about me stealing his lawn chairs or magazines or something (I missed what exactly he accused me of stealing from the porch.) Turns out it was one of your roommates that I haven't met, David I think his name ended up being. So there we are, me trying to make it back to my car without tripping in my heels and David trying to decide what I'm doing on his porch. It turns into a long awkward pause, as I try to figure out what I was accused of stealing, and as he tries to assess what I'm doing there in the first place. I laugh that weird "I don't know what to do" kind of laugh, he chuckles. I mumble something incoherent about you stealing my coffee mug and how I had to get it back, he looks quizical ... he knows I didn't go into the house and he hasn't yet pieced together how or why the mug was on the porch. I introduce myself, he returns the gesture. We stand there for a second. I try out one of those, "so yea, um, I know Danny" lines, but it falls flat. He throws out a causal "see ya around," even though it is apparent he probably won't. He's still wondering why I'm on the stairs to the front porch. I finally realize that I need to move out of his way and I do, but by that point I've got that feeling like I got caught sneaking out of the house at 7 am wearing the clothes that were obviously from the night before.

The end.