small world [g.f]

7. meat up

Roger.
I sit on my Space Jam themed bed set thinking about what to do next. Do I text him? Do I call? Do I do nothing at all? I whip out my hot pink flip phone and crumbled up napkin in my pocket and type in his number. I'll just text him, I don't want to seem too desperate. Now what do I say... I start typing:
'hey, guy. was soo excited 2 meat you. haha get it, meat, anyways I hope we can meat up sometime soon ;)'
No that's too much, I think to myself before erasing the message
'hey, guy. It's me, Roger'
I hesitate but force myself to hit send. Butterflies flap in my stomach. What if that was too casual? I watch my phone closely, waiting for a reply. Suddenly, my step-dad Patrick bursts into my room, making me jump, "Hey! Roger! How's it going kiddo! Your mother and I will be going out of town for the week, make sure to watch the ferret!", ugh! I hate him, why did my mom have to use Christian Mingle?! I mean she could've done much better on Plenty of Fi—
My thoughts are interrupted by my phone vibrating, a text from 'Guy'
'Hey Rog. Nice seein you, hope we can meet again. -Man ;)'
My heart skips a beat, the winky face, the nickname... it was all too much! Do I make the move and ask him out or do I wait until he asks me? But what if he never asks? Or I get rejected? I would be devastated. But not everybody gets to meet their idol and have an opportunity like this? I look at my phone again and start typing
'Hey Man, this may seem too forward but, would you like to meet up and maybe grab a bite to eat some time? Maybe Friday?'
I look over the message before hitting send. Did I make a mistake? I start thinking about what I just did. My phone buzzes, a text from 'Guy', I don't want to look. I slowly flip open my phone and read the text
'Sounds awesome dude! There's this great churro place on 27th street, I could pick you up around 5?'
I feel fireworks go off in my chest as I read the message. I cannot believe this is happening, my idol of so many years is actually asking me on a date! I could never in a million years imagine this happening to me, just last month i was the hopeless romantic scrolling down fan accounts and just wishing to get noticed. My biggest dream is playing out before my eyes. How do I answer this message without sounding too desperate?
I reply, 'Great, I'll be ready by 5, you know where my place is ;). Can't wait!'
I try to play it cool, and hopefully he can't see through it. All of a sudden, the adrenaline wares off, and im hit by a wave of nerves. How am I going to dress? How am I going to do my hair? Should I dye it again? Then, besides the superficial, i start wondering. What if he thinks I'm weird, like everyone else? What if he thinks I'm boring? What if he doesn't like me at all?