Last night I was running around cleaning like crazy. (I have a house guest coming, a very handsome house guest from Denmark and also one of the sweetest men I’ve ever known). So I’m bustling around cleaning as much as I can because Benjamin was at his father’s.
Then I hear it. Beeeupp.
The text beep.
Hmmm…could it be the bar guy texting me again?
Yep. I have completely written him off twice now. The first time for just letting my last text go unanswered and the second time when he asked me out a few days later via text…
And tonight the poor guy tried again:
Text Case #3
His Text: How was your weekend?
My Text: Lovely. Yours?
No response. And then three hours later.
His Text: Lovely also. I’m bad at text messages. My response time is about two days.
Yes, I’m thinking - you’re really bad at texting and even worse at asking a girl out.
My Text: I hate texting too. Next time call me.
If and when he does call I can’t help but think it will be incredibly awkward. We met over a week ago, just a fun encounter at a bar. You know the drill. Not even interested. (Purple Octopuses). To get me, albeit that he’s an adorable engineer, he’d have to knock my front door down or something.
