Texting

Although I was divorced, I was temporarily still staying with my ex-wife, Jessica. I had my own bedroom and there was nothing romantic or sexual going on with my ex. It was just a roommate arrangement. She'd got the house in the divorce, so I was paying her rent to stay in my old house in Minneapolis.

It was the Sunday after I'd met Tina and I was lazing in bed, reflecting on my life, the women I knew and kind of lamenting that I was basically alone. My situation was uncomfortable. Although Jessica and I were cordial, I didn't find her to be good company at the time.

I remembered meeting Tina on Friday. She seemed really nice and we'd hit it off. I had her number, so I decided it was time to reach out, see if I could arrange that tour of Minneapolis we'd talked about.

"It was fun meeting you on Friday night. When would you like me to show you around Minneapolis?" I texted.

Alas, there was no response.

Days went by and I didn't hear back from Tina. I figured she wasn't really all that interested, and wrote her off as I carried on with my daily life.

I was laying in bed, getting ready for sleep on a Monday night, checking email on my phone in the dark, when it buzzed in my hands. A text message arrived.

"It's 11 O'clock on a Monday night, 8 days after we met... I've been thinking about you since that handshake, and I really would like to meet up with you sometime (if, of course, you're still interested). After the 4th sometime?"

I was surprised and delighted. I hadn't expected to hear back from Tina by that point.

"Nope. You ignored me... Bored now," I replied.

Not wanting to blow the opportunity, I immediately followed up with "Ahhh... I'm kidding of course. You were too fun to ignore."

"Anyone bored wouldn't respond so quickly," she quipped moments later.

"It would probably have to be after July 13th," I wrote, considering my social obligations. Even though we were divorced, I was planning a birthday party for Jennifer the weekend of the 10th. My Mom's birthday was the day after. "But, I'd feel privileged to show you a good time on the town, my style."

"Besides, I've been told I'm kinda cute. After the 13th sounds good. Your style? Hmmm..."

Not to seem desperate, I replied, "It just so happened that the phone was on hand, but I wouldn't argue with anyone who said you're kinda cute. 'Kinda' cute might be an insult actually." I conjured a fuzzy memory of her appearance in my mind. "I'd argue you're very cute."

Her reply was rapid.  "You're not exactly hard on the eyes, either. Bedtime for me. Sleep sweet!"

I was pretty excited and feeling flattered. It feels pretty damn good to have an attractive young lady compliment your looks. I went to sleep feeling quite contented after mapping out a few ideas in my mind of what sights to show Tina.