9:30 AM Friday/Drew texting: “Hey! Got any plans this weekend?”
OMG! I’m paralyzed. My biggest crush in forever is asking me if I have plans this weekend. OK, get a grip. I don’t want to appear desperate .. after all, we’ve never actually dated .. just walks in the park with our dogs – his terrier Arlo and my pug Charlie.
Alright. A sufficient amount of time has passed.
9:50 AM/Me texting: “This weekend? Um…. nothing definite. What’s up?”
Just the right tone. Cool and calm .. which I’m neither. Gotta love texting. It’s so impassive when necessary.
9:53 AM/Drew texting: “Fantastic! I scored two tickets to Springsteen for Saturday night in .. are you ready for this? Vegas!”
Vegas! I love Vegas! I’m practically hyperventilating. Settle down, girl?
10:05 AM/Me texting: “Just double-checking my calendar. We’re good to go, Drew.”
10:07 AM/Drew texting: “Excellent! Even Arlo’s excited! Can you hear him? We’ll be getting back late Sunday. Are you cool with that?”
Am I cool with that?? It IS a bit sudden but what the hell. Just go for it.
10:10 AM/Me texting: “Yeah, that’s fine. Hi, Arlo! How’s my buddy? Charlie can’t wait for another play date.”
10:12 AM/Drew texting: “This is gonna be epic, Amy. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. Hey, Arlo really misses you. I’ll be at your place tomorrow morning at 9:30.”
10:15 AM/Me texting: “Perfect! See you then.”
My head’s spinning. After work: get a bikini wax, stop at Victoria’s Secret, pack.
Excitement kept me awake most of the night and I finally gave up at 6:30. After coffee and a shower, I finish packing and get dressed. A quick glance at the clock .. ten minutes to go.
Forcing myself not to lunge for the door, I casually open it to see Drew’s smiling face, one arm cradling Arlo, his other arm around the shoulder of a stunning brunette in tight jeans and a Springsteen tank top. My grin has frozen in place.
“Hi, Amy! This is Charlotte. I’m so glad you can take care of Arlo; Charlotte and I are really looking forward to this get-away weekend. Same routine for Arlo as last time you watched him. We’ll pick him up Sunday night. Thanks, Amy. You’re a real gem!”
Taking the pup, I wave goodbye to the departing lovebirds. Slowly I close the door, my stupid grin gone as I lean against the wall snuggling Arlo. “Hear that, buddy? I’m a real gem.”
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