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had. Not wanting to make it seem too awkward for him, I
leaned slightly forward, giving him the indication that I was willing. When our
lips touched, it was nice, comfortable, no pressure…but no spark, either. After
several seconds, he leaned back, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. I
was glad he didn't press for another one.
"I had a really nice time tonight with you,"
he said. "Would you be open for a second date?"
I didn't really want to date Greg, not because he
wasn't a nice guy, but maybe because he was too nice. Not that I wanted a guy who treated me badly, but as long as I was so
captivated by Luke – the bad boy – it seemed rather unfair to keep stringing
Greg along. Then again, if that's what it took to make Luke mine, maybe it was
worth it. That was from my perspective, of course, and Greg might not feel the
same way if he knew about it, but it wasn't as if I was going to shout it from
the rooftops. "Why don’t you text me, and maybe we can decide on something
next week," I said.
He reached into his console and pulled out a small
memo pad and a pen and handed it to me. “Could you write your email down, too?
I quickly wrote down my phone number so that he could send me an email, a text
or call, but then I had second thoughts and glanced up at him. "I don't
usually keep my phone on all day.” I shrugged. “Mostly because it seems as if
I'm in class all the time, and then when I'm here I'm doing a lot of studying,
but I turn it on occasionally. When I get messages, I respond, okay?" If
he thought it was odd that a college student didn't have their phone on and
working every second, he didn't say anything about it. Rather, he nodded in
understanding.
"I love technology, but I'll tell you, sometimes
our gadgets are just too time-consuming. I understand completely."
He looked at me like he wanted to kiss me again, but I
didn't really want him to, so I made a move to open the truck door. He made the
same move on his side.
"Let me walk you to your door," he said,
reaching for his door handle.
I thought that was really sweet, but unnecessary.
"I'll be fine," I said, gesturing for him to stay where he was.
“Let's touch base next week, okay?"
"Okay," he smiled. "You have a good
rest of your evening."
"You, too, Greg," I said. I stepped out of
the truck and shut the door, offered him a little wave, and then turned to walk
up to the front door of the old Victorian. I watched Greg pull away from the
curb and head down the street. It had been a nice date, I thought, but there
was no chemistry, no sparks. Was I doomed to compare every date I had with Luke
from now on? Was that hardly fair?
I had just reached for the doorknob when I heard a
man's voice call my name. I spun around, my heart racing as I peered into the
darkness of yards next door and then the street.
"Jessica!"
I turned and saw Luke. He stepped out of the shadows
of the house next door as if he was a criminal, a man desperate to escape
detection. My heart gave a leap of excitement. He was jealous! He was so jealous that he even left his date to come
here, waiting for me. I glanced up and down the street and then saw his
motorcycle, parked underneath the shadows of an elm tree a few doors down. I
tried not to let my enthusiasm show on my face and continued to play it cool. I
didn't go inside, but turned and watched as Luke slowly walked toward me, his
expression serious. I think I can honestly say that it was the first time that
I saw him without that reckless grin on his face. I waited, not showing any
expression, until he approached the front porch where I stood now with my arms
crossed over my chest, trying to send him a haughty look as if it didn't matter
one iota to me that he was standing there in front of me. But it did.
"Jessica," he began, glancing down at his
feet, shifting uncomfortably.
I had never seen him quite so unsure of himself. Where
was the happy-go-lucky Luke? Where was the reckless grin,
leaned slightly forward, giving him the indication that I was willing. When our
lips touched, it was nice, comfortable, no pressure…but no spark, either. After
several seconds, he leaned back, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. I
was glad he didn't press for another one.
"I had a really nice time tonight with you,"
he said. "Would you be open for a second date?"
I didn't really want to date Greg, not because he
wasn't a nice guy, but maybe because he was too nice. Not that I wanted a guy who treated me badly, but as long as I was so
captivated by Luke – the bad boy – it seemed rather unfair to keep stringing
Greg along. Then again, if that's what it took to make Luke mine, maybe it was
worth it. That was from my perspective, of course, and Greg might not feel the
same way if he knew about it, but it wasn't as if I was going to shout it from
the rooftops. "Why don’t you text me, and maybe we can decide on something
next week," I said.
He reached into his console and pulled out a small
memo pad and a pen and handed it to me. “Could you write your email down, too?
I quickly wrote down my phone number so that he could send me an email, a text
or call, but then I had second thoughts and glanced up at him. "I don't
usually keep my phone on all day.” I shrugged. “Mostly because it seems as if
I'm in class all the time, and then when I'm here I'm doing a lot of studying,
but I turn it on occasionally. When I get messages, I respond, okay?" If
he thought it was odd that a college student didn't have their phone on and
working every second, he didn't say anything about it. Rather, he nodded in
understanding.
"I love technology, but I'll tell you, sometimes
our gadgets are just too time-consuming. I understand completely."
He looked at me like he wanted to kiss me again, but I
didn't really want him to, so I made a move to open the truck door. He made the
same move on his side.
"Let me walk you to your door," he said,
reaching for his door handle.
I thought that was really sweet, but unnecessary.
"I'll be fine," I said, gesturing for him to stay where he was.
“Let's touch base next week, okay?"
"Okay," he smiled. "You have a good
rest of your evening."
"You, too, Greg," I said. I stepped out of
the truck and shut the door, offered him a little wave, and then turned to walk
up to the front door of the old Victorian. I watched Greg pull away from the
curb and head down the street. It had been a nice date, I thought, but there
was no chemistry, no sparks. Was I doomed to compare every date I had with Luke
from now on? Was that hardly fair?
I had just reached for the doorknob when I heard a
man's voice call my name. I spun around, my heart racing as I peered into the
darkness of yards next door and then the street.
"Jessica!"
I turned and saw Luke. He stepped out of the shadows
of the house next door as if he was a criminal, a man desperate to escape
detection. My heart gave a leap of excitement. He was jealous! He was so jealous that he even left his date to come
here, waiting for me. I glanced up and down the street and then saw his
motorcycle, parked underneath the shadows of an elm tree a few doors down. I
tried not to let my enthusiasm show on my face and continued to play it cool. I
didn't go inside, but turned and watched as Luke slowly walked toward me, his
expression serious. I think I can honestly say that it was the first time that
I saw him without that reckless grin on his face. I waited, not showing any
expression, until he approached the front porch where I stood now with my arms
crossed over my chest, trying to send him a haughty look as if it didn't matter
one iota to me that he was standing there in front of me. But it did.
"Jessica," he began, glancing down at his
feet, shifting uncomfortably.
I had never seen him quite so unsure of himself. Where
was the happy-go-lucky Luke? Where was the reckless grin,
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