this
afternoon.
I step out of the shower, wrapping a thick
white towel around my waist before walking back into the bedroom to
check my laptop, and I am pleased to see only one message from
her—not ten—as I had expected. I take my laptop over to the bed and
relax back against the pillows that are propped up along the
oversized wooden headboard, settling in to read her email.
D,
Don’t worry, I’m pretty patient, I can wait a week,
haha! Okay, what I’m looking for is someone cool, fun, nice, and
cute, and you’re the best looking guy I’ve ever seen, for sure. I’m
pretty easy. I don’t need much to make me happy. What about
you?
Z.
As I read this, I think that, A: She is
either a big ditz, or B: She is actually that easy to please. Not
likely. I think I’ll choose door number 3: Remain undecided, keep
writing, keep digging to see if there is more to her than just some
“easy to please” girl in search of a “cool cute guy”. She is
obviously smart—I can’t imagine some ditzy girl attending school
for Forensic Science…
Zoie,
Thank you for the compliment. First and foremost,
you are very sweet. I am rather curious though, there has to be
more that you want, aside from a “nice, cute guy” as you put
it.
Regards, Donovan
Fuck, there’s the door and here I am still
in my towel. “Hold on just one minute,” I yell as I walk over to
the closet and search through my suitcase for my track pants. “I’m
sorry to keep you waiting,” I say apologetically as I open the
door, stepping aside to let room service in with my dinner, which I
honestly forgot about.
And I’m back on the laptop like a crack
whore waiting for her next hit. I cut into my steak while I read
her response to my last question.
D,
Well yeah, of course. Haha.
Z
That’s it? What the fuck sort of response
was that? I don’t think I have the energy for this girl. Do I end
this now or keep pulling teeth to get a proper, sane reply? I push
away my laptop, turn on the news and eat. Christ, I hate
dating.
After a good meal and some thought, I decide
to give Zoie one last chance before making up my mind about
continuing any sort of contact. I switch on my laptop and pull up
the dating site, writing her an email.
Zoie,
I’m attempting to get to know you here, Zoie. Your
last response lacked any sort of information regarding what it is
that you’re really looking for. Would you enlighten me, please, or
am I just wasting my time?
Regards, Donovan
I settle into bed and wait for her reply.
It’s been an extremely long day and I’m exhausted. I check for a
message and am grateful to find one so quickly, so that I can read
it and get to sleep.
D,
You’re not wasting your time. I’m just super nervous
for some reason when it comes to you. I’m sorry about not answering
your question before, my brain isn’t working tonight, I’ve been
studying for a test. So, maybe just give me a chance to prove that
I’m totally worth a shot? I promise you won’t be disappointed. I’m
gonna go to bed, I’m tired.
Z
I read her response and am thrilled to see
the girl that I first started talking to has returned. I can
definitely relate to being nervous when it comes to opening up to a
stranger, so I decide to give her a break and just let things
happen. I am, after all, trying to remain open here, and she does
seem sincere about being nervous. I type out a quick reply before
turning in.
Zoie,
I think that we should continue this over the phone.
Too much gets lost in translation through email. If that is alright
with you, send me your cell number and I will call you
tomorrow.
Good night, sweet girl.
Regards, Donovan
I switch off my laptop, sink down under the
covers, and try to get some sleep before the long day ahead
tomorrow. But there is so much going on inside of my head at the
moment between my conversations with Zoie and work, that I find
myself tossing and turning, finding it impossible to drift off.
After what feels
afternoon.
I step out of the shower, wrapping a thick
white towel around my waist before walking back into the bedroom to
check my laptop, and I am pleased to see only one message from
her—not ten—as I had expected. I take my laptop over to the bed and
relax back against the pillows that are propped up along the
oversized wooden headboard, settling in to read her email.
D,
Don’t worry, I’m pretty patient, I can wait a week,
haha! Okay, what I’m looking for is someone cool, fun, nice, and
cute, and you’re the best looking guy I’ve ever seen, for sure. I’m
pretty easy. I don’t need much to make me happy. What about
you?
Z.
As I read this, I think that, A: She is
either a big ditz, or B: She is actually that easy to please. Not
likely. I think I’ll choose door number 3: Remain undecided, keep
writing, keep digging to see if there is more to her than just some
“easy to please” girl in search of a “cool cute guy”. She is
obviously smart—I can’t imagine some ditzy girl attending school
for Forensic Science…
Zoie,
Thank you for the compliment. First and foremost,
you are very sweet. I am rather curious though, there has to be
more that you want, aside from a “nice, cute guy” as you put
it.
Regards, Donovan
Fuck, there’s the door and here I am still
in my towel. “Hold on just one minute,” I yell as I walk over to
the closet and search through my suitcase for my track pants. “I’m
sorry to keep you waiting,” I say apologetically as I open the
door, stepping aside to let room service in with my dinner, which I
honestly forgot about.
And I’m back on the laptop like a crack
whore waiting for her next hit. I cut into my steak while I read
her response to my last question.
D,
Well yeah, of course. Haha.
Z
That’s it? What the fuck sort of response
was that? I don’t think I have the energy for this girl. Do I end
this now or keep pulling teeth to get a proper, sane reply? I push
away my laptop, turn on the news and eat. Christ, I hate
dating.
After a good meal and some thought, I decide
to give Zoie one last chance before making up my mind about
continuing any sort of contact. I switch on my laptop and pull up
the dating site, writing her an email.
Zoie,
I’m attempting to get to know you here, Zoie. Your
last response lacked any sort of information regarding what it is
that you’re really looking for. Would you enlighten me, please, or
am I just wasting my time?
Regards, Donovan
I settle into bed and wait for her reply.
It’s been an extremely long day and I’m exhausted. I check for a
message and am grateful to find one so quickly, so that I can read
it and get to sleep.
D,
You’re not wasting your time. I’m just super nervous
for some reason when it comes to you. I’m sorry about not answering
your question before, my brain isn’t working tonight, I’ve been
studying for a test. So, maybe just give me a chance to prove that
I’m totally worth a shot? I promise you won’t be disappointed. I’m
gonna go to bed, I’m tired.
Z
I read her response and am thrilled to see
the girl that I first started talking to has returned. I can
definitely relate to being nervous when it comes to opening up to a
stranger, so I decide to give her a break and just let things
happen. I am, after all, trying to remain open here, and she does
seem sincere about being nervous. I type out a quick reply before
turning in.
Zoie,
I think that we should continue this over the phone.
Too much gets lost in translation through email. If that is alright
with you, send me your cell number and I will call you
tomorrow.
Good night, sweet girl.
Regards, Donovan
I switch off my laptop, sink down under the
covers, and try to get some sleep before the long day ahead
tomorrow. But there is so much going on inside of my head at the
moment between my conversations with Zoie and work, that I find
myself tossing and turning, finding it impossible to drift off.
After what feels
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