“You don‘t have a job--you don‘t have any savings--your checking account is negative. Your credit rating is 360 and you want me to co-sign on an apartment that you cannot afford for you?“
“Yes," She said. Until I get back on my feet,“
I sat back in my chair. “I would have to be smoking crack to agree to such a thing,“ I said.
She stares at me with that look she gets when she doesn't get what she wants. The same look when I told her no the last time she asked to borrow more money even though she have not paid back the previous loans. The look when I told her that she's a fool for taking out loans for men who continues to come in and out of her life...the men she blames for ruining her credit and her life.
I thought you were my friend,”
“I thought you were mine,” I said. "We both know that you cannot afford this place. And you will end up ruining my credit. Why would you want to put me in that position?"
Tears ran down her face. Her voice crackled. “If you needed my help, I would help you,”
“I wouldn’t have the audacity to ask such a favor. You’re not just asking for my help… you’re asking me to ruin the credit that I’ve spent years building. How would you pay your rent if I co-sign for you?”
“I’ll figure something out,” she said.
I stare at her thinking what the hell. I know that the economy is bad. I know that she’s having a tough time. But I've been there as much as I can. But I look at her and saw something in her I didn’t know was there. She stared at me coldly. “So you’re not going to help me?”
“No,” I said.
She tossed her napkin on the table and stormed out of the restaurant.
She was the one who called to take me to lunch. Said she wanted to catch up.
I finished my blackened salmon. And paid the bill.