The date with ODD was fast approaching, and she was petrified. She didn't even date her husband, they just sort of hung out until they got married. They never went on dates. She had no idea what to do.
"Just act like you are meeting a friend for coffee, only he's paying. He's a nice friend. You don't even know if you like each other yet, don't let it stress you out." MG said. She was right, she needed to get out of her head about all of this.
It didn't help that her mind was still swirling about KSL. She needed to make a decision. She had texted him the night before, when the alcohol stopped being fun. She sat on the toilet of the bar, pulled out her phone, and asked how the end of his show went. She finished her business, stood up, flushed, then realized she was reaching out to him. At midnight. SHE was trying to get a booty call. Or at least a ride from the bar to her apartment.
She immediately shot off another text. "Nevermind why the fuck am I drunk texting you."
He didn't text back until 2 in the afternoon the next day. "Sorry. My phone was on silent. Didn't get home til 4:30. Just woke up"
She waited a half an hour, then sent back "It's fine. I was in a little trouble but even in the moment I obviously knew you weren't the one to contact. Just forget about it." She baited him with the trouble line...why did she do that?
"What kind of trouble?" He asked immediately.
She waited another half hour. "Saturday night shit. It's fine, I managed on my own." As soon as she sent it she wished she had said "by myself." That would've gotten him.
He waited 20 minutes then replied "Are you okay? How did the show go?"
"I'll be fine. Show was really good."
Finally, after what felt like forever he replied "Okay. I won't pry. Glad you are, or will be, alright"
"Thanks"
She was worried she'd turned into him, sabotaging all her relationships.
