Playing the field…
So a few weeks ago, I played a game of football and met A. Our mutual friend, C, introduced us and has since kept me in the loop that A has had his eyes on me. Wednesday, I received an email:
Hey Sandra,
Hope all is well with you. This is A. We met each other briefly through C a couple of weeks ago during his friendly football game. I regret that it was so brief as you caught my eye and the afternoon passed quickly.
Nonetheless, I did notice you that afternoon and I found myself wondering about you a few days later, realizing that the chances of our paths crossing again was not likely unless I simply contacted you directly.
Still, although I admit that it comes from left field, I wanted to extend an invitation to you that if you would also be interested in getting to know each other over dinner one evening soon, I’d be happy to take you. Just let me know and we can take it from there.
A.
I accepted his invitation. I got a call Friday at around lunch time from a guy who sounded incredibly anxious but jovial—it was A. I pitied him for a second…there’s no need for nervous laughter. It’s ME.
Anyway, he called to see if I was available Saturday evening and informed me that he a few things in mind for a good time, but that it was a surprise. I’d find out as it’s happening. Okay, so this sounds like a guy who knows—or at least has an inkling—about what he wants. This I can handle.
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