I have every intention of talking to Simon tonight. I’m going to do it. Get it over with.
I am not like this.
I am going to do it.
But Brian sends me a gchat message. I don’t want to deal with that tonight. And I need to wash my hair.
When I send Simon a message, he’s still at work. And the kind of conversation we need to have isn’t really the sort you want to have in a cubicle.
And because it never rains, it pours, and it never pours, it thunderstorms, Tal texts:
-Hey cutie! How are you?
It’s so easy to flirt:
-Good. Thinking about me?
He’s good at it, too:
-Often and fondly. Miss me?
He knows it:
But he calls me beautiful; that’s something.
This is what I don’t need in my life.
And I miss my chance with Simon. Again.