Page 61 of Love Undiscovered
Me: We don’t even know if we like each other.
Chance: We don’t?
Me: And we don’t know if we’re sexually compatible.
Chance: I can fix that tonight. Send me your address.
Me: Ha!
Chance: I’m serious.
Me: One day at a time, big guy.
Chance: That’s not a no.
Me: Uh, it’s NOT a yes.
Chance: I’ll still take it.
Chance: How about Tuesday night?
Me: As in two nights from now?
Chance: Yeah, we can do Tuesday and then maybe Saturday.
Me: Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself there, simpleton?
Chance: I don’t understand. Can you explain what you mean?
Me: You aren’t as funny as you think you are.
Chance: So, you think I’m funny?
Me: I can do lunch or after-work coffee on Tuesday, only an hour regardless. Then a ‘date’ on Saturday. How’s that?
Chance: I’ll take what I can get.
Me: Desperation is unbecoming.
Chance: Don’t be a hater.
Me: That made me laugh.
Chance: Then I will end this on a high note. Good night, beautiful.
Me: Good night.
I turn out the light, get re-situated in my bed, and try to ignore the smile on my face.
And the fact that I’m looking forward to seeing him on Tuesday.
