After our late night sexy date, Fourteen and I exchanged the standard that-was-awesome-thank-you text messages.
Then nothing. I was busy with a party (which Fox attended) on Friday, Saturday I had a family wedding and Liam was my date, and Sunday he and I did lazy Sunday type things (we saw Minions. It was great).
The following Monday I sent him a text asking how his weekend went (remember, he knows I blog). We had the following exchange:
And I thought – hmm. Interesting response if he actually wants to date me. Unless he thinks I’m that open.
So then the inevitable “what’s next I wonder” entered my consciousness, and I also wondered if I could just ask.
I asked Hy what she thought. Hy said: just ask him, Ann.
So after some back and forth, I did. Here was our exchange.
Hy asked if I was disappointed. A fraction. He would have been a lot of fun to date and I was definitely interested in seeing whether the things that broke us apart so many years ago did so again.
But in other ways, it made my life a little less complex.
I realized, I’m used to complex. It feels weird to not be dealing with drama or multiple men. It’s nice, but at the same time, I feel like I should be more busy, worried, confused, or both.
Maybe that’s why I feel like my last few posts have been duller than usual.