Have I waited long enough to text her? Did I wait too long? He’s nervous as he types a quick message to the woman he hasn’t be able to get out of his head since their perfect first date.
Her phone vibrates on the nightstand. It’s 6 pm on a Sunday night. Beauty night. She has a mud mask on her face, separators between her freshly-painted toes and a stinky conditioning treatment in her hair. A half-full bag of shredded cheddar cheese lies at her side. Glamour.
She gingerly picks up the phone. She expected him to text her back days ago. What kind of game is this?
“What are you doing?” The text reads.
“I just poured a glass of wine and am about to watch a World War II documentary my friends recommended,” she types one-handed as she stuffs a handful of cheese in her mouth. The Atlanta Hawks race across the court on the television screen.
“Nice.” He types back. She watches war documentaries? I guess the playoff game I was going to suggest for our second date is out. “Any plans Tuesday night?”
More cheese and a Kardashian marathon. “I have a work thing but I can probably get out of it.”
“Great, I have tickets to that new exhibit at the museum. Some paleontology thing.” A paleontology thing? Great, now she’ll really think I’m an idiot.
“That could be fun.” As fun as watching grass grow.
“So, meet you there at 6?”
“K. See you then.”
She drops her phone on the bed, her heart racing with excitement.
Hope this guy doesn’t turn out to be another liar.