this morning #1702.
this morning, during a brief moment of peak panic, i considered bailing on our super bowl plans. not give her the chance to break things off with me if things went south at the party. preemptive strike. i could just send her a short text. “really sorry something something.” didn’t go that route though. came to my senses the second she sent me a silly selfie of her & her pup in front of a roadside sign that read “FRESH MELONS.” her text was clearly not the work of someone ready to cut me loose. when we met up in the afternoon, it was like nothing had changed from our last date. took a car to her friend’s place. shot the shit with the driver. held hands in the back seat the entire ride as i tried not to visualize what might lie ahead.