Afternoon. Sorry was busy. What’s up?
Just about to decide on dinner. What are you doing
Crap. My phone didn’t even tell me there was a message.
What do you do all day?
Cramming for exams. Very hectic. Otherwise I’m working.
That was very descriptive
Tehe haha. I need to focus so I normally turn my phone off and check it only at lunch and dinner.
What do you do all day?
Come on. You just chastised me for not including much detail.
Haha. Nice use of a big girl word
Don’t dodge the question.
I didnt realise there was a question
How is that?
No ? at the end lol
That is lame.
This is when I normally wake up for work
I am so glad my phone was switched off when you sent that text. I was still asleep. Like a normal human being.
It is normal for my job and i like early mornings. The day is so quiet
What are you doing tonight?
Ill text you later. Have to get back to work
Didn’t you get any last night?
Sorry. Was catching up on sleep. Yeah, had to work.
Want to meet up for dinner?
Yeah. Where do you want to go
Meet you at the Chinese Box Shop? At 6?
See you there J
Oh my God. What have I done? Did I really just break the code and ask the guy out instead of waiting for him to get off his arse and ask me? Did that mean that he will forever be sitting back and letting me take control of all of the situations? Make me do all of the work?
Throwing my hands over my face I flopped back onto the mattress and rolled from side to side. I could feel my hair pulling free of my pony tail, knotting itself against the wrinkled sheets.
“Ugh! I am an idiot.”
An impatient idiot.
Why couldn’t I be like other girls and wait patiently to be chased by a guy? Friends of mine had waited and were now in serious relationships. It was like both parties knew their roles and recited their lines and completed the play; which, yes, freaked me out and riled up the inner feminist but I didn’t want to date someone for fun. I wanted to have that partner for life.
“And this is why I am still single, that and I’m difficult to live with.” I puffed out my cheeks and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t think I can go through with this.”
Somewhere in my chest I felt a, I’m not sure how to describe it, some sort of sensation like a pulling. I wanted to see him. That’s why I asked.
He had his chance all week.
Strike one was Saturday morning when he woke me up.
Strike two was Sunday when he whispered dirty sweet things into my ear.
Strike three was a combination for the rest of the week as we both somehow missed each other.
So I asked.
“Why am I fussing over this?” My cheeks deflated. “It doesn’t matter who asked whom or how long we wait for each milestone; I want to see him and see if there is still that... tingle,” I giggled over the word.
Raising my phone I checked the time. “Shit.” Mini drama melt down had taken longer than necessary.
Oh and there was a message.
My stomach dropped away. What if it was Jai telling me that he couldn’t go to dinner? Did he have some lame excuse and this would be the first in many as he dodged every set up meeting time?
I gnawed my bottom lip and opened the message.
Then stopped breathing.
Jai had sent a picture of himself, thumbs up and a silly grin on his face. The text that went with it said “I have your mug shot heres mine so you dont walk by me”.