Jail and Female

Story Sent in by Joseph:

While walking in a park with Colleen (who I met online) on our first date, she asked me if I'd ever been to jail.

I said, "I haven't. Have you?" I was joking.

But then she nodded.

I had to follow up. "Seriously?"

"Yep."

"For what?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Okay. I suppose I shouldn't have asked. We walked by a food cart and I bought us a couple of Cokes. She thanked me and said, "This is the first Coke I've had."

"Really?"

"Since my release from jail."

"Oh. Why were you in jail, again?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

All right, then. Why would you keep hinting at it if you don't want me to bring it up?

We walked further on with our Cokes when she said, "It feels so good to just be able to move around and walk. I gained a lot of weight. You know, when I was in jail."

"How long were you in for?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

I resolved to not ask her anything else about it. But it seemed like for the rest of our time together, she kept finding ways to bring our conversation back to it:

I said, "What sports do you like to play?"

"Basketball and softball. It's so nice to be able to play them again. I didn't play at all when I was in jail."

I said, "Did you have a good week?"

She said, "It's been really terrific being back at work these past two weeks. I was really lucky to have my job still waiting for me after I made it out of jail."

Once our little walk was over, I bid her farewell and never asked her out again or found out about her checkered past.