I was contemplating the ramifications of sending a text that said, one hug in greeting, optional hug at end of the night, no kissing.
As I was walking up, I put my shoulders back and remembered, I dictate this. No one’s touching me unless I say so. I remember Seattle. I remember, I got this.
And I did.
I don’t trust men who don’t ask follow up questions. It makes me think their interest isn’t in getting to know me.
I told him my time zone was off.
What time do you think it is?, he asked.
I felt for the numbers. 8:28 I said.
I think it’s 9 on the dot.
He checked his phone. It read 8:30.
Wow, that’s amazing, he said.
I could have sworn I saw what he’d borrowed from me in his hand. But when I asked him for it he said it was at home.
This isn’t the first time I feel he wasn’t honest. The first time was to explain why he declined an invitation to see me. This time, it was to ensure he would see me again.