There he is. On my caller ID.
Flip open.
“Hi you!”
Enthusiasm. Not cagey. See? I can do this.
“Hi. Yeah, so that was me calling at 1:30 this morning. I sure hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“No, I didn’t even hear it ring. Were you drunk-dialing?”
“Uh… yes. I was in rare form last night, I apologize.”
“Nothin’ doin! Getting drunk-dialed lets a gal know she’s still got it. You know, whatever it is.”
“Ha! So, what’s going on tonight? You busy?”
Zero to cagey in five… four… three… two….
“Yeah. Sorta. Grocery shopping, then hanging out with the boys.”
“Oh. Um, well, maybe I’ll run into you at Stop n Shop.”
“Maybe. Hey, I’m gonna run, okay?”
“Sure, so I’ll talk to you later in the week?”
“Yep.”
Flip closed.
Yep? Do I mean yep? Sure I do. Or maybe. I should go to the grocery store. Maybe they sell I Can’t Believe it’s not Borderline Personality Disorder. You know, in the dairy aisle next to the cans of spray cheese.
Tease.
I don’t get it. Maybe I’m being short bus, but do you like this guy? I’ve been reading every day and I’m not sure what’s going on here. Is he the neighbor your boss set you up with who you don’t like? The fireman? Have you even had a date with him, or is the cageyness a by-product of not getting a date? Details woman, details.
“I Can’t Believe it’s not Borderline Personality Disorder.“
genius.
If you find some of that, let me know. I could use a case.
you are good at the games aren’t you
I second Julia’s comment.