It's now the end of August. Fisa and I have been talking on and off. Nick and I have gotten closer, emotionally. He really wants to meet me in person. I'm still hesitant. But if I ever want this relationship to go anywhere, I have to let him in all the way. Which means meeting him in person.
I start typing a text to him on my phone. It says: Hey, it's me. I... I think I'm ready to meet in person. I will have my notebook with me, so we can talk. I don't want you to be surprised.
I close my eyes, and send the message. I immediately regret it. What if he won't want to meet up anymore? Then what?
Bzzt. I don't want to look at it. I look anyways: Even if you forgot your book, I wouldn't care. Meeting you, and seeing how beautiful you are is what is important to me. What a flirt. But I like it.
I text: When do you want to meet up?
"Thursday. Dairy Queen, 3:30 p.m."
Three days. That's all the time I have to prepare for the inevitable. I am "not" ready for this. Not at all.
Three days. That's all the time I have to prepare for the inevitable. I am "not" ready for this. Not at all.
