this morning #1685.
this morning, that woman who’d hit my car & turned down my advances only a week ago resurfaced. on my drive to work, my phone pinged. then again. ten seconds later, a third. when i reached across to the passenger seat to pick it up, my clumsy ass knocked it down onto the floor & under the seat. far out of reach. a fourth ping & a fifth. thought i heard a sixth & then it stopped. as i drove down the highway, the speculation began. ten minutes of guesses. who is it? is it important? if it’s important they’d have called. as soon as i exited, i pulled over. fished out my phone. stumbled past the shock to see that she was asking out me. TOMORROW? HELL YES I’M FREE. i felt that inside but when i replied, i kept things much more chill.