“Olivia what is this? You just run out the door like a mad person and don’t say a word. What did the note say?”

“Oh you know, just an awesome gentlemen leaving a note asking me to grabbed dinner. Which he regretted not asking me for my number and left the note.”

“Why didn’t he ever ask for your number?”

“He said that he got too nervous thinking of things to say and each time he would go to say something he got too tongue tied and would mess it up. Leading to all our awkward moments of our goodbyes.”

“So you got dinner?”

“Yeah at this awesome-”

“You went on a date where the guy just leaves a note?”

“Yes. And it was great.”

“Olivia have a taught you nothing? The guy needs to be rejected first and then you have to toy with him and then give him a date.”

“Your sick! You know that?”

“How am I sick?”

“Did you not just hear yourself?”

“What it’s completely logical.”

“You are why so many nice women of America site home a lone and don’t get dates because of the horrible ways you treat guys. They are people too! Oh man, seriously that’s what you do? I need to get out of here.” Before she can even justify that hideous stuff I’m going for a walk to who knows where.

Okay I must look like some sort of crazy person. I am still in sweats! Wow, why am I doing this? I should head back. But then that will just leave him stranded. I can’t do that. How did he know where I lived? Why am I not freaked out by this? Well it is crazy. What guy just goes to a girls house, leaves them a note with their name and tells them to meet them at a restaurant? Not just any restaurant, but a nice one. Oh man I need to turn around I am dressed like a mess and this so cannot be real life.

Well this could be real life for anyone else in the world just not me. This can’t be my life. These sort of things do not happen for me. They just don’t. Maybe that’s a sign to turn back from this. Right? I should just stop before anything else happens.

“Olivia are you insane? This could be it. That’s crazy.”

“What’s crazy, and why are you insane?”

“Oh wow, sorry internal dialogue I guess sometimes it finds it’s way of coming out. By any chance how long were you standing there and what exactly did you hear?”

“Just walked up and only you saying you were insane, something about this being it, and it’s crazy. Which if you mean grabbing dinner with me, your not insane. Well maybe a little for showing up to a guy you barely know.”

“This is true that is why I am calling myself insane.”

“Well definition of insanity is not that so would not use insane.”

“Thanks for the vocabulary lesson.”

“And this being it, umm let’s see if we can make it through dinner.”

“That would be an excellent place to start.”

“Yes and you being crazy, well I have yet to find that out. Plus we all have a little crazy in us so will wait to rule that out.”

“As long as I haven’t scared you off yet.”

“Remember me walking up to you talking to yourself?” Silent moment of staring at each other while I awkwardly acknowledge the moment. “I could have walked the other way. But I want to grab food with you.”

“God only knows why.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Now I hear this please is legit so would you like to join me?”

“Well clearly having the fact of this legitness then how could I not?”

“Thought it to be valid reasoning.”

Look at him talking the lead to guide me into the restaurant. Only thing is does this one know how to properly open up a door. Or will it be one of those smooth talkers but don’t know the gentlemen actions to follow along with the words?

“After you.” Wow didn’t have to do anything and he went right for door handle. I didn’t even have time to react to reach for it.

“Thank you!” Okay so we’re off to a good start, but how will this all play out?

“What is he thinking?!”

“Who?”

“Nathan.”

“Whose Nathan?”

“Oh goodness the guy from train and my walk yesterday!”

“What about him?”

“Ahh forget it! This is useless. My walk, run, whatever it freaking was, was suppose to clear my head! But nope. Nope! Not one bit. I am ever more so confused with life.”

“What is confusing?”

“Listen.”

“Okay.”

“Meet this great guy-”

“Yeah Kyle-”

“No new guy and have seen him a few times-”

“Wait no Kyle I thought-”

“get over Kyle no Kyle. New guy I meet and get this-”

“Okay forgetting Kyle will think-”

“Never asked for my number. Like seriously? Meet-”

“Is he cute?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Umm it so matters.”

“Well yes he is adorable but that’s not it.”

“What him being cute.”

“Yes.”

“What else do you need?”

Oh goodness this is why I need more friends, or maybe more stable ones. “The fact I can talk to him and banter and it clicks. He is even better than I am.”

“Banter?”

“Joking but on a shorter level back in for and not joking like haha. Like sarcastic, witty comments. No one does that here. Or they can but not continue to go with me.”

“So you meet your soul mate?”

“NO!”

“Then why care if he hasn’t gotten your number?”

“Ahh forget this.”

“Alright Olivia. Oh and some guy stopped by earlier for you. He left this note.”

“What guy?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say much besides asking for you, and no interest in my trying to flirt with him so he just gave me the note and left.”

Okay not wanting to flirt with you I can understand. But a note for me? Who is this guy? I grab the note like it’s some sort of treasure. Goodness I must look like a complete crazy person.

“Whose it from?”

“OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS!”

“Wow love that you don’t curse especially the things you say instead. Now get on with it! Liv whose it from?” I am in shock! This can’t, like, no way! “Liv your scary me was this a bad thing? Please say you can still pay rent!”

“Shut up! This is from the guy!”

“No number grabbing guy?”

“Yeah! Like he, he, how-he, find me. Here. How could this-why did this, so not happening.”

“So good?”

“I got to go.” Before roommate could say anything I’m running out the door.