Hello, Jessica from the dating app. He just sent me your profile’s screenshots.
Then, there’s nothing for a moment, and I wonder if he’ll ignore my offer to meet. Which I understand if I’m being honest. Had Hana come to me with such an offer—setting me up with some random guy she came across on a dating app—I would have refused too.
Well, now that I’ve flipped the situation around and realized the absurdity of it, I’m beyond confident that he’ll keep his distance. And if he doesn’t, he might not be very sane.
Just as I think it’s over, the phone vibrates again. He sent a second text.
Ladder Guy
Absolutely I’d like to meet.
My heart’s in my throat, anxiety wrenching my gut. This is how women get killed, isn’t it?
“If I end up murdered and found in a ditch, I hope you’ll regret doing this to me for the rest of your life,” I mumble to Hana.
“Oh, come on,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “It’s not like you have to meet him in Central Park in the dead of the night.”
A quick look at my schedule informs me that the only time I’ll have before a while is Friday. It’s definitely short notice, but the sooner, the better. And it’s the most scary and complicated item on that list, so I’m glad I get to cross it out first.
Me
The only time I have this month is Friday evening. Is 6:30 alright for you?
As I wait for his reply, I fidget with my phone. “What the hell am I doing?” I mutter to myself.
“Living a little, for once,” Hana replies, clearly excited about the whole situation.
My phone buzzes again, and my heart races. “Please, don’t be free,” I whisper as I unlock the screen.
Ladder Guy
I can make that work. Do you have a place in mind?
The sensation under my ribs intensifies, and I can’t tell if it’s anxiety, excitement, or worry. Hana was right about making it safe, so I decide on somewhere with CCTV and a security detail where no one would attempt something. Even the elevators have cameras, so I’ll feel safe enough to relax and let go of my worries.
Me
The Plaza Hotel’s bar on 5th Avenue.
I’m not entirely sure that we’ll end up sleeping together, but it being a hotel would be convenient if we decide to.
Ladder Guy
I’ll be there.
Me
Should I wear something specific so you’ll recognize me?
He doesn’t know what I look like, and I won’t send him a picture of myself. I’m pretty wary of such things and maintain a low online presence.
Ladder Guy
Cleavage.
My jaw drops, my cheeks burning from his audacity. Right, he doesn’t know my face, but he has Eli’s screenshots. Before I can get too offended by the rudeness of his suggestion, another message comes in.
Ladder Guy
