It started out as any casual fling would. He asked me to dinner, I accepted, we went to an Italian place two blocks away. A friend of a friend, who I’ve known for years, but never really pictured as more than that. When he asked when he could see me again, I ordered another glass of merlot and tried to see if we’d fit the frame. I wasn’t sure yet.
So he called, immediately. It was refreshing. A week had gone by, we hadn’t even slept together and he was helping me with my Physics exam and taking me on cute ice cream dates. But it all happened so fast. I hadn’t had a moment to think about what I wanted, but I knew what he wanted. I was bombarded. When he said he’d call at nine, he called at eight fifty. When I completed my test at four, sure enough I’d have a text waiting for me when I was exiting the building. Slow down.
November 7, 2008 at 11:30 pm |
I hear you went to Vegas recently…find any lost loves?