wasn´t just any ding, it was the facebook-chat type of ding. I looked down in excitement. "Toby Alexander" It said. Who the hell is Toby? I opened the chat to see if he had a profile picture, but I didn´t need that. I recognized the last name as soon as I saw it. Wood. Toby Alexander Wood aka mystery dude.
The message took me by surprise, I assumed we weren´t talking. I mean, that is normal, right? Apparently I was wrong for once. Luckily I was wrong for once. I had not read the message yet. I´m not going to lie, a part of me secretly wished for it to say "I LOVE YOU! I have been thinking about nothing but you since yesterday and I want to spend my whole life with you! Marry me!" But that would be dragging it way to far. I looked down at the message.
"Hi!"
Well, it wasn´t exactly what I hoped for it to say, but at least he had sent me a message. I´m not complaining! In fear of him starting to think I´m rejecting him, I quickly answered him. "Hello". That would not seem too desperate, right? I did not want to come off as a clingy bitch. I waited for an answer, but he seemed to be taking his time with this. He had seen the message. I knew because facebook tells you when your message has been read. I´m personally not a big fan of that. It makes it harder to ignore people.
"So.. Yesterday was fun!"
How do I respond to that in a non-clingy way? Ah, screw that, I went all in.
"I know! You really seem like a cool dude! Even when you´re drunk! We should hang out sometime though, maybe get to know each other better!"
My heart was beating like I had just finished a marathon, and then a weird feeling of regret bursted through me. What if this wasn´t what he was after? What he actually just felt like telling me that yesterday was a fun night, but it should never ever repeat itself? I kept staring at the chat box. Three tiny dots kept showing up to indicate that he was writing something. Why did he take so long? Did he have to write that long of a rejection letter? It was an invitation to meet up and talk, not a college application.
"I would love to! You seem like a cool person too! Can´t wait to see your pretty face again! Meet up by the town bridge tomorrow at eight? We can catch a movie if you want!"
There. I had done it. I made my drunk fling evolve into something more. I had a date.
"I would love to! See you then!"
I could not believe I had a date with one of the cutest guys in town. At least in my opinion. Tonight, I was going to bed with a feeling of accomplishment.
