YOU’RE CUTE.
Me. Cute?
It's the only thing I can see. I reread the words over and over.
This isn't right, is it? In no way should I be caught up in this text conversation with someone who was looking for another woman to begin with. But I can't help but think that nothing has to come of this if I don't want it to. I can stop texting at any moment. We don’t know each other so what’s going to happen if we just . . . stop?
It's a little forward—you're cute—but it doesn't have to meanthat. Maybe I'm just taking it that way. Maybe I want to. He doesn't know what I look like. But also, I do like the way it feels to have some anonymity behind this situation, accidental or not.
9:12am
:) No, but really. Sorry for the insult.
I read Pride and Prejudice one time. At least I was required to for a school project and I'll be honest, I wish I would have actually paid attention.
There. No big deal.
Avoid the compliment like it means nothing. Because it doesn't.Or maybe it does.But also, I do like having this—whatever this is—to look forward to. Right now, I'd probably be sitting in the shower long enough for my fingers to prune, singing some kind of sad song like my heart's been broken—which it really hasn't been—before dragging my feet to get dressed for the day just to fall back into bed before work. But this, this is interesting despite how foreign it feels.
I stare at my phone for a few more minutes, waiting for a response. It doesn't come. At least not right away. But after walking over to my bathroom and starting the shower to allow the water to get hot, a text response does come through.
9:17am
Are you in school?
I read the message, and I tilt my head. I guess I didn't think about what part of our lives we're in; our age and our jobs. Is he married? Does he have kids? Does that really even matter right now? Who knows which way this could go. It's harmless banter between two strangers. Somethingslightly forbidden, enticing, and scary all mingle with my emotions as I type out my answer to question and hope that it doesn't scare him away.
Not that I should care, right?
6
Kyran
You're cute.
What was I thinking? But honestly, I'm not thinking when it comes to this. Something feels natural about it, slightly entertaining as well. The moment she confirmed I had the wrong number, I should have left it. But I didn't and here we are. And I can't lie, I look forward to her response as I watch the text indicator illuminate.
9:22am
Yeah. I'm in college.
College.
Definitely not what I was expecting. But what was I really expecting to begin with? Though, a response eludes me, not quite sure how to reply. Is it too early to ask personal information, like what she goes to school for? So I settle on something rather generic, and honestly boring when I think about it.
9:24am
Oh.That's cool.
I roll my eyes at myself, knowing how uninterested I sound, when really, that can't be further from the truth.
My phone buzzes in my hand as I sit on the couch in my living room.
9:25am
Is that a bad thing?
Of course not.
