I get back to work, staying busy on a custom sport bike through the rest of the day. There’s still more work to do, but when Finn and I get together to talk about extending this truce,I’ll have some concrete steps that the garage has taken to show him I’m serious.
When I return to my place, I open a quick message to MorningEnthusiast. If I’m going to put myself out there, I need to do it honestly. I’m risking too much to hold back now.
Confession time. I’m a nervous fucking wreck about meeting you. Are you nervous, too? I keep convincing myself that you’re going to hate me, run away the second you see me, regret the whole thing, and stop exchanging these horny little stories of ours.
If there’s anything I can do to make this easy for you, please tell me. I want you to be comfortable, feel safe, and have fun. As I’ve told you many times, I’m shit at social interactions, but much better at direct communication (sometimes too direct). So just let me know what I can do for you to make this meetup work, and I will be more than happy to do it.
It’s easy to share shit with you over email, but in person, I’m not so good at opening up.
So here it is, a big warning. I might fuck this up. I’m likely to say the wrong thing, look pissed when I’m just contemplating my next words, retreat into a defensive posture for little apparent reason. I hope I don’t. I hope I can just talk to you as easy as it is to write you a message.
But if you show up to our meeting and I totally fail the first impression, please at least consider giving me some grace. If not for my sake, for Lark and Relix.
They’re about to fulfill their destiny, and we can’t let something like an awkward IRL meeting get in their way.
