Me:He brought me a purple rose and made me coffee.
There was possibly a thirty-second delay before she responded.
Lenny:Who?
Me:Rip
Lenny:O.O
Lenny:Why?
I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell her about anything that happened yesterday, and I sure hadn’t told her about him knowing about my family. All she knew was that he’d been a jerk at the hospital and we hadn’t been on speaking terms since.
Me:He bought me an orange rose yesterday and left it in my office too. So I went to tell him he didn’t have to make it up to me or anything… and he said that he wasn’t trying to make it up to me.
Lenny: And???
Me:You know how I had that date yesterday? He showed up at the bar and ran the guy off. Then he said he wanted his Luna and how he wanted to see my face first thing every morning, and then we went to eat burgers.
Me:I thought he was full of crap and just stringing me along so I wouldn’t get pissed off and quit, but now he’s making me coffee and bringing me roses and asking me if I like them, and telling me he listens to everything I say… and I don’t know what I’m doing.
Me:No one’s ever bought me flowers before, and he remembered that.
Me:What do I do?
Lenny:And why are you asking me what you should do? I don’t know.
Lenny:He kind of deserves for you to tell him to fuck off, but I’m on my period and want to kill half the guys at the gym.
Lenny:I do have to say that’s pretty sweet though.
Lenny:The only men that have ever made me coffee are Grandpa Gus and Peter. Food for thought.
Me:You’re useless.
Me:I’ll think about it.
Lenny:Sorry
Me:I didn’t tell you he’s been coming by my room every day for no reason.
Lenny:Now you’re just rubbing it in.
Lenny:Tell me what happens. I need to live through you since it’s the only romance in my life.
Me:I don’t think it’s romance. I think he just feels bad.
Lenny:Bish, I’ve grown up with guys. Even if they feel bad about something, most of the time, they won’t even say they’re sorry. They’ll just act normal and hope you forget. They’re not going to get you flowers and make you coffee and say things like that to you. Not even if they want to get in your pants. Just saying.
Me:You just said you don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
Lenny:I don’t, but I know men and I know assholes, and neither one is going to be buying you flowers for no reason. Or telling you shit like they want you back.
Lenny:Want me to ask Grandpa Gus and see what he thinks? He’s been a man for seventy-two years now. Even if he doesn’t know, he’ll make something up.
I wasn’t crazy about her asking Grandpa Gus what I should do, but who else did I have to give me advice? Mr. Cooper? Miguel?
I rubbed my palm over my forehead and sighed as I replied.
