gets back from his trip. He doesn’t ask me outright though,
which I appreciate. He knows it would be putting me on the
spot. I can tell that he’s into me, unless he’s really good at
faking it, but I think I’m pretty good at reading his body
language.
We end the night on a good note. It’s probably the most
successful date I’ve had in a long time. I don’t even want to
think about the string of disasters that preceded it.
When I get back to my house, I debate about what I
should tell Adley and how I should tell her. Should I email
her? Call her tomorrow? I decide that an email might be best,
because if I’m shit at writing out my feelings, I’m even worse
at talking about them when the pressure is on.
I open her earlier email and type a response, but after a
minute of consideration, I delete it and start over. Instead, I
decide to just be honest and say that Jeff wasn’t the one, but
I’m definitely open to other matches and let her know that
she’s doing a great job. I even say that Jeff was a great guy and
a great match, but I just know that he’s not the one. I feel like a
dork writing that. The one. I sound like someone who’s
addicted to chick flicks and romance novels. Hopefully, Adley
keeps in mind what I said about not being much of a writer. I
ask her if she’s free to meet with me tomorrow to talk about
the date in person since I can’t seem to express myself very
well.
I regret writing that last part almost as soon as I send
the email, but a few minutes later, my phone dings. I bring up
Adley’s new email. Suddenly my hands are sweaty again.
No problem. I get it. No matter how great someone is,
sometimes they just don’t click. You don’t have to apologize!