Ack. The next morning I wake up, brush my teeth and pad around the apartment. Something in my head says “go inspect the laptop” and I do. And remember getting into that small fight with it. As I contemplate what to do I hear my phone beeping.
Text from Town and Country: Can you stop by the house tonight? Want you to see the progress.
Okay. Don’t have to ask me twice. But Meera’s advice comes back to me and so I wait two hours before contacting him with confirmation. During which time I log onto the other computer, yes I have two, and do some online laptop research. I then go into the bedroom and wonder what I should wear. And I remember that return to Macy’s I should take care since I am going downtown.
Text from Desi Girl: Sure, that should work. What time? 7 pm work?
Text from Town and Country: No. Too early. How about 8 pm?
Text from Desi Girl: Sure. Do you want to grab a drink or something to eat?
Text from Town and Country: No. Won’t have time.
Okay. I get it. He is NOT NOT NOT my boyfriend. But something in the way I feel dismissed stings a little more than I would like to admit.