We’ve been rescheduling every night for the past two weeks and we decide on Sunday. He won’t tell me what we’re doing. Its Sunday morning at 11 am. I have no idea what time this date is, so I text him to get some guidance. Details below:
Me: “Oh, the garden?” I realize after saying this that sarcasm doesn’t exist via text and that might be a really aggressive ask so I quickly cover my ass with “haha jk.”
am: I don’t check my phone as I eat my bagel and revel in my hangover dressed in my white fluffy robe. I come back to my phone to a missed call and a text from him saying, “hey, give me a call when you get a chance.” Why am I nervous?
I start shaking immediately
am: I call back. He asks, “So what are you up to?” I’m too hungover to think of a lie or something normal, so I say, “Just hanging out in my robe.” I think he is shocked but this is a phone conversation so I don’t know what his real reaction is. He brushes it off and pushes on. “So I got us tickets to the Celtics game tonight.” I’m in shock. This is date #2. Boys like me? This is news. (Really a step up from the first date I went on in Spain where I was taken to McDonalds – But that is a story for another time.) He tells me to come over at 5:00 pm. (más…)