this morning #1707.
this morning, the anticipation about tonight’s date was already way too much of a preoccupation. i still had a full day of work to get through. for the past twenty-four hours, once i’d accepted her apology, we’ve been sending texts back & forth. it’s gone in stages. we started with small talk. dipped our toes back in. moved on to catching up. from there, it was only a couple exchanges until she slipped in a crude joke. i responded with a message right on the edge of inappropriate & we were off to the races. back to full-on flirting. when i want to be, i’m great at quashing negative feelings. our last encounter was now hidden deep beneath layers of sex-charged texts. then i got to work & realized it was friggin’ valentine’s day.