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feel like on mine. I wanted to feel them. I wanted so much more.
No words were coming through my fingers, no matter how intently I stared at the screen. I needed to figure out the best way to approach the blog post about the date with Gabe and since staring at my computer wasn’t helping, I decided to call up Cora for some advice.
I grabbed my cell phone and kicked my feet up onto the desk to give her a call. It rang three times before she finally picked up.
“Hey, lady,” she said. “I hope you’re calling to tell me about all of the juicy details from last night’s date. I’ve been waiting patiently all morning. Please tell me that he showed up wearing a clown suit or something.”
“I wish that had happened,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked, interest flowing through her voice.
“The date was a disaster.”
“That’s great!” she replied. “I can't wait to read the hilarious blog post about it!”
“No, Cora. That’s the problem.” I set my feet on the floor. “The date was a disaster because it wasn’t a disaster. It was actually a lot of fun.”
She was silent for a moment before speaking up again. “Oh my, Harper. That sounds absolutely terrible.”
I ignored her patronizing tone. “It was horrible! His name was Gabe. He was well-dressed, funny, charming and a total gentleman. He paid for dinner, walked me to my car and only wanted a kiss on the cheek to end the night.”
“Harper, I want to feel sorry for you right now, but you have to understand how ridiculous this sounds. You’re telling me that you had the date of a lifetime and yet, you sound like you’re about to have an anxiety attack because of it.”
“I know, it’s insane,” I said. “It’s just that I wasn’t expecting it. And I still need to write this blog post, but now I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell the truth,” she said, like it was the easy answer.
I thought about it for a moment, but then shrugged away the idea. If I blogged about the truth then it wouldn’t be keeping with the horror-story theme of my blog. And if I lied, well then I’d be just painting the date as something it wasn’t, and I didn’t want to do that. It didn’t seem right.
I started to wonder if I should just skip the blog post completely. I worried that a “bad” date post would somehow come back and bite me in the ass, potentially ruining any future possibilities with Gabe. I wanted to go on a second date with him.
“I don’t know what to do, Cora,” I said slowly. I picked up a pencil on my desk and spun it around through my fingers. “But I don’t think I should spell out how amazing Gabe is on my blog. My readers don’t want to hear about that kind of thing. You know that. They want bad dates.”
“Harper, you need to look at this a different way. This was your very first date with him. People tend to put their best foot forward on a first date. Maybe that’s all this was. Maybe he’s not really quite as amazing as he made himself seem and somewhere underneath that gorgeous smile and charming demeanor, there’s a crazy guy who deserves to be put on the wall of shame that you call your blog. Maybe he’s got that slow-burning crazy, you know? The kind of crazy that takes a little while before it’s revealed.”
I chuckled. “What are you saying, Cora?”
“I’m saying that maybe all is not lost. Are you going on another date with… what was his name again? Abe?”
“It’s Gabe.” I was surprised at how I felt almost angry that she had gotten his name wrong.
“Are you going on another date with Gabe?” she asked.
“Nothing is set in stone yet, but he did ask if we could get together again soon and I said yes,” I told her. “We only went on a date yesterday. I'm expecting him to follow the three day rule, so...”
“Perfect!” Cora announced. “Well then don’t worry too much about the blog right now. Just relax and forget about it for the time being. You don’t have to update
No words were coming through my fingers, no matter how intently I stared at the screen. I needed to figure out the best way to approach the blog post about the date with Gabe and since staring at my computer wasn’t helping, I decided to call up Cora for some advice.
I grabbed my cell phone and kicked my feet up onto the desk to give her a call. It rang three times before she finally picked up.
“Hey, lady,” she said. “I hope you’re calling to tell me about all of the juicy details from last night’s date. I’ve been waiting patiently all morning. Please tell me that he showed up wearing a clown suit or something.”
“I wish that had happened,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked, interest flowing through her voice.
“The date was a disaster.”
“That’s great!” she replied. “I can't wait to read the hilarious blog post about it!”
“No, Cora. That’s the problem.” I set my feet on the floor. “The date was a disaster because it wasn’t a disaster. It was actually a lot of fun.”
She was silent for a moment before speaking up again. “Oh my, Harper. That sounds absolutely terrible.”
I ignored her patronizing tone. “It was horrible! His name was Gabe. He was well-dressed, funny, charming and a total gentleman. He paid for dinner, walked me to my car and only wanted a kiss on the cheek to end the night.”
“Harper, I want to feel sorry for you right now, but you have to understand how ridiculous this sounds. You’re telling me that you had the date of a lifetime and yet, you sound like you’re about to have an anxiety attack because of it.”
“I know, it’s insane,” I said. “It’s just that I wasn’t expecting it. And I still need to write this blog post, but now I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell the truth,” she said, like it was the easy answer.
I thought about it for a moment, but then shrugged away the idea. If I blogged about the truth then it wouldn’t be keeping with the horror-story theme of my blog. And if I lied, well then I’d be just painting the date as something it wasn’t, and I didn’t want to do that. It didn’t seem right.
I started to wonder if I should just skip the blog post completely. I worried that a “bad” date post would somehow come back and bite me in the ass, potentially ruining any future possibilities with Gabe. I wanted to go on a second date with him.
“I don’t know what to do, Cora,” I said slowly. I picked up a pencil on my desk and spun it around through my fingers. “But I don’t think I should spell out how amazing Gabe is on my blog. My readers don’t want to hear about that kind of thing. You know that. They want bad dates.”
“Harper, you need to look at this a different way. This was your very first date with him. People tend to put their best foot forward on a first date. Maybe that’s all this was. Maybe he’s not really quite as amazing as he made himself seem and somewhere underneath that gorgeous smile and charming demeanor, there’s a crazy guy who deserves to be put on the wall of shame that you call your blog. Maybe he’s got that slow-burning crazy, you know? The kind of crazy that takes a little while before it’s revealed.”
I chuckled. “What are you saying, Cora?”
“I’m saying that maybe all is not lost. Are you going on another date with… what was his name again? Abe?”
“It’s Gabe.” I was surprised at how I felt almost angry that she had gotten his name wrong.
“Are you going on another date with Gabe?” she asked.
“Nothing is set in stone yet, but he did ask if we could get together again soon and I said yes,” I told her. “We only went on a date yesterday. I'm expecting him to follow the three day rule, so...”
“Perfect!” Cora announced. “Well then don’t worry too much about the blog right now. Just relax and forget about it for the time being. You don’t have to update
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