I'm still in my jam jams and drinking my second cup of coffee. And of course, I have not heard anything from the super. Shocking. I being the daughter of an architect, don the eye of a wannabe contractor and go into the bathroom. The bathroom ceiling seems to have dried over night. And more importantly, the light fixture looks okay. I am not crazy enough to turn it on, just in case it is still wet. Maybe the leak was a fluke; I think and sit down at my desk.
I return to find a missed text message from Town and Country: How are you?
Desi Girl: Good. And you. (I refrain from telling him about my plumbing woes. I am pretty sure he doesn’t care).
Town and Country: I am waiting for my flight to take off. Going to Minneapolis…
Desi Girl: Willingly?
Town and Country: Yep.
Desi Girl: Why?
Town and Country: Meeting with investors. I'm kinda hungry.
Desi Girl: They will feed First Class once they are airborne.
Town and Country: I wouldn’t know.
Desi Girl: Why not?
Town and Country: I’m in coach.
He is? Well this is surprising. I mean – true he is not one of those super showy rich people. He doesn’t drive a BMW or Mercedes. He has nice things, a nice house, but it is not all flash and glam. Which is what I do like about him – he’s a real person. I just didn’t expect him to travel like a regular person.
Town and Country: Okay taking off. Very stern attendant just reprimanded me for texting after the doors were shut. Will text when I land.
Ugh. I don’t like it when he does that. It makes me feel like we have something real, people in relationships text one another when they land and take off. Not friends. Now I am going to get stuck in the nebulous, looking forward to his text, not wanting to look forward to the text, and then being disappointed when the text never comes.