Two days passed and I hadn’t heard a peep from her.
And then: “you’ve got mail!”
“Wanna eat croissants and drink coffee with me this weekend?”
It took me about one half of a millisecond to decide.
This girl. IS NOT . Getting. Away.
Because I’ve been down this road before: played it cool, collected, casual…
I did it because I honestly thought that the less I gave, the more it would make them want me.
The first few times I felt like I’d met “someone special,” I gave it my all, I went deep, I offered it up, I held abso-fucking-lutely nothing back—and wound up CRUSHED when they met “someone else” they felt a “more intimate” connection with.
Which translates to: “I found someone better looking.”
No.
I’ve come to realize that the only way I’m going to get what I want is by GIVING EVERYTHING , and fuck the consequences.
Life can’t be lived in a state of damage control.
I emailed back: “Mmmmm. Croissant gooooood. Where? What time?”