Texting Made It Easy

I met my roommate for a coffee at this famous fishing port, about an hour away from where I live. I arrived early, as usual, but then felt hunger pangs—I hadn’t eaten breakfast and the shop served only sweet pastries and sandwiches that looked like they’d been sitting a while. I dashed off, knowing just what I was craving—hot dog. I passed the place on my way, and it was implanted into my mind. I don’t eat such foods often, but I think once in a while it’s a good thing. And it was.

I sat and munched on one of the best hot dogs ever, and texted Michael, letting him know I was a block away and would join him soon. The fact that I would even think to do this—leave a man waiting for me—so casually texting that a hot dog was more important than being on time, makes a statement. It doesn’t necessarily mean a negative one. In this case, I was pretty certain Michael wouldn’t be offended. He’s an intuitive man, well rehearsed in the dating game.

There he was sitting in the back of the establishment with his back to the wall. That was my method. He looked good sitting there, in a new black and gray jacket, gray V-neck sweater and a yellow t-shirt underneath. I notice how well he presents himself, and things like that. I settled in across from him.

During my journey to our meeting, I thought about how I felt about this guy. During the two years that we lived together in such close quarters, I never let myself cross over to the other side—the romantic side. I can put barriers up and there’s no crossing them. I needed him to be my roommate and becoming lovers would have made it very complicated. I always cut the conversations short, to avoid becoming too connected. Besides, he and I both were involved with other people, so it was simpler to keep our relationship at a friends-only status.

Now, as we sat across from each other, we discussed the usual familiar topics—work, kids, and relationships. He has some great dating stories and some I like to hear twice. We kept our conversation surfing around safe topics.

As I watched his face change expressions when he talked, my thoughts wandered a bit, wondering what it would be like to be romantic with Michael. My mind refused to go there. I tried to imagine kissing him and what his arms would feel like around me. Nothing. Those barriers seemed immovable. I tried to visualize him as a lover. Instead, we spent two hours talking. Then I looked at my watch, and told him I should head back before rush hour. He agreed and we walked out together.

I escorted him to his car, explaining I needed to pick up a few things at the store. (Always pre-plan.)

“Let me give you a hug, Michael,” and I reached up to give him an embrace.

It felt like a brotherly hug.

I drove home with my mind mulling over the events of the afternoon. I figured that if there was any mutual chemistry between us, we would have taken the opportunity to test those waters right at the beginning of our friendship. Barriers or not, nature will take its course if two people feel a connection. However, just because the opportunity is much better now for a romance, doesn’t mean it will happen. I arrived home, quickly changed into my running gear and headed down to the beach.

I felt compelled to text him. We’d been texting for weeks back and forth twenty or so times a day. I had to say something, or so I felt I did.

You looked very handsome today, Michael

Minutes passed.

You looked very sexy yourself. When you walked me to my car my hand brushed your hip. I was wishing you weren’t wearing that long coat.

Maybe texting was how we connected romantically? And this is where we felt most comfortable—social networking made it easy to express what we would never say face-to-face.

I had no idea!

Next time, pay more attention, Adrienne!

Next time?

 

Texting Made It Easy © 2011 Adrienne S Moody. Read the latest of Adrienne’s outdoor adventures and romantic exploits in her profile on Now.readthisplease.

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