After finding his photo on Saturday night the fun was over and we were back to life. I still figured months down the road when my friend's divorce was final that I would set her up... he was too good not to match him up with someone.
Somehow my great plans changed when I received a text message. The message was sent at 3:07 on Tuesday afternoon. It was R. He wanted to know if I ever made it to see Date Night, and if not if I would be interested in going to the Opera House to see it with him that evening. I was not in my office when that message came in, but I froze with disbelief when I casually sat at my desk thirty minutes later and saw a missed call, voicemail and text message all from him. I did what any normal girl would do under such circumstances... I ran. I went over to my friend's desk and divulged the secret. What should I do, what should I say?? She followed me back to my office where we could discuss my options... of course she felt the obvious answer was GO! I froze. I don't date. I don't want to date. I am so done with that part of my life. She continued to prod... Go!!
I was fearful and answering a yes made me incredibly uncomfortable. I just didn't want to go there. If I say yes, eventually I have to say no.. and that is hard and some guys don't get it when you do say no, if you said yes once before. Ugh. I was not about to start that nightmare. But... I was intrigued. There was a big part of me that WANTED to say YES.
I sent my reply. I let him know I would need to check in on my kids after work. One had been under the weather and I would need to check-in to make sure all was well. I said I'd get back to him after 5:00.
I had just bought myself an hour that I could spend weighing the pros and cons of accepting his date.
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