Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?

Our parents always told us, "Never open the door for a stranger!" Oops.

One night I was enjoying a quiet evening at my new LA apartment, getting ready for a party that my roommate Kristy and I were hosting the next night. I could not wait to spend the whole evening at home, making appetizers and hanging pictures and not having to talk to anyone.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a few beats as I heard a knock on the door. All good horror films begin with The Knock.

I slowly crept over to the door in hopes that he couldn't hear E! News blaring. I peered through the peephole, holding my breath. I saw a guy about my age in a stellar pin striped suit holding a bottle of wine. Every murder mystery i had ever seen was flashing through my mind.

I whispered to myself, "He's the charmer. He is going to make his way in here and sweep me right off my feet, and then sweep my body right into the river."

I said a quick prayer, and he said hello.

I looked again. somehow he could see me through the peephole. Shit. He must have cameras set up inside my apartment and he is throwing his voice because he's also a ventriloquist and probably knows a way to dispose of my body so that no one will even know i ever existed!

I finally pulled myself together and thought maybe he was just on a blind date at the wrong apartment, which made much more sense than the ridiculous story my brain had just concocted. I cracked the door open with one hand and held a knife in the other.

"Can I help you?” I asked.

"Um, hi -- I'm Ron, Kristy's friend? I sent my RSVP. Is the party...not...tonight?" he asked as his voice trailed off as he looked inside and saw nobody except Ryan Seacrest on the television.

One hour later, we were new best friends. And thank goodness he didn't wear the same suit to the real party the next night.