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Authors: Lexi Cross
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wanted to be. I wanted to be her real boyfriend. I wanted to get her to fall for me. I rarely ever took no for an answer from women I wanted to be with. If I saw something I wanted, I went after it, full force. I was going to do the same with Kendra.
She was already a confident, powerful woman. Trying to build her confidence wouldn’t work. I knew I wanted to show her how beautiful she was, but I knew that wasn’t going to be enough. I thought about the times she had opened up to me and the times it felt like we were getting closer. Those times, I had listened to her. I had shown her I cared, and I had made her laugh. Laughter was always a good ploy. Giving her caring attention seemed to work, too. So I decided to make that my plan of attack. I was going to be attentive to her.
The next day came, and I was stuck at home. I was going to be stuck at home for a week or two, until my ankle healed enough that I could start working with it at practice to make it stronger again. That meant missing the first three or four games of the season. I hated it, but it was necessary.
I decided to text Kendra, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to say more than just, “Hey, how are you?” I wanted to show her that I was concerned about her, not just fishing for a conversation starter.
Hey, Kendra. I hope you’re having a good day. Sorry about last night. Talk to you soon.
I tried to leave it short and simple, but I wanted to put a few things in there for certain, like apologizing for the kiss and leaving the door open for us to talk again another time. She texted back a little while later, and we talked a little, but it was all safe, comfortable small talk. That was fine. I wasn’t trying to get into anything heavy with her right away. I wanted to wait for all of that and build up to it this time so that we actually had a foundation underneath it.
Over the next few days, I texted her once a day just to let her know I was thinking about her. When it got bearable to try to drive, after the first week on my ass, I decided to grab a bite for her to eat and drive it up to her office.
I left the food and a note with the receptionist in her building, telling her not to page Kendra until I was out of the building. I got a text from her later that afternoon.
Thank you for lunch. I hope this means you’re feeling better. Let’s get together soon. Tabloids are getting quiet .
I couldn’t explain how excited that text made me. I wanted nothing more than to get with her again, and to actually get with her the next time instead of just dancing around it, instead of just playing with her.
I texted her back to invite her to dinner at my place. I was going to cook for her. I wasn’t sure exactly what she would have liked, but there were things that worked for any date, especially for cooking at home. I decided to go Italian. I was going to do something with chicken, pasta, and fresh vegetables, maybe with a light vinaigrette over it. I needed a recipe and some supplies from the grocery store.
Feeling confident in my driving, I went to the store to pick up what I needed. She texted back while I was on the way to ask if I felt up to cooking with my ankle. She said she’d be happy to cook for me again, but I told her to come on after work and I would have everything ready.
I grabbed some white wine to go with dinner and the fresh greens, cucumbers, and tomatoes I needed for dinner. I had the chicken, pasta, and vinaigrette at home. I hobbled around on one crutch while I piled what I needed into a basket.
I hobbled up the steps into my house. I was exhausted by the time I got home, but I was determined to make the food and show her the charm that won women over every time—Lucky’s Charm, I called it.
I dressed in light linen clothes while I prepared dinner, and the knock came at my door just in time, just as I was plating the food and serving it up on my table with the wine.
She was already a confident, powerful woman. Trying to build her confidence wouldn’t work. I knew I wanted to show her how beautiful she was, but I knew that wasn’t going to be enough. I thought about the times she had opened up to me and the times it felt like we were getting closer. Those times, I had listened to her. I had shown her I cared, and I had made her laugh. Laughter was always a good ploy. Giving her caring attention seemed to work, too. So I decided to make that my plan of attack. I was going to be attentive to her.
The next day came, and I was stuck at home. I was going to be stuck at home for a week or two, until my ankle healed enough that I could start working with it at practice to make it stronger again. That meant missing the first three or four games of the season. I hated it, but it was necessary.
I decided to text Kendra, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to say more than just, “Hey, how are you?” I wanted to show her that I was concerned about her, not just fishing for a conversation starter.
Hey, Kendra. I hope you’re having a good day. Sorry about last night. Talk to you soon.
I tried to leave it short and simple, but I wanted to put a few things in there for certain, like apologizing for the kiss and leaving the door open for us to talk again another time. She texted back a little while later, and we talked a little, but it was all safe, comfortable small talk. That was fine. I wasn’t trying to get into anything heavy with her right away. I wanted to wait for all of that and build up to it this time so that we actually had a foundation underneath it.
Over the next few days, I texted her once a day just to let her know I was thinking about her. When it got bearable to try to drive, after the first week on my ass, I decided to grab a bite for her to eat and drive it up to her office.
I left the food and a note with the receptionist in her building, telling her not to page Kendra until I was out of the building. I got a text from her later that afternoon.
Thank you for lunch. I hope this means you’re feeling better. Let’s get together soon. Tabloids are getting quiet .
I couldn’t explain how excited that text made me. I wanted nothing more than to get with her again, and to actually get with her the next time instead of just dancing around it, instead of just playing with her.
I texted her back to invite her to dinner at my place. I was going to cook for her. I wasn’t sure exactly what she would have liked, but there were things that worked for any date, especially for cooking at home. I decided to go Italian. I was going to do something with chicken, pasta, and fresh vegetables, maybe with a light vinaigrette over it. I needed a recipe and some supplies from the grocery store.
Feeling confident in my driving, I went to the store to pick up what I needed. She texted back while I was on the way to ask if I felt up to cooking with my ankle. She said she’d be happy to cook for me again, but I told her to come on after work and I would have everything ready.
I grabbed some white wine to go with dinner and the fresh greens, cucumbers, and tomatoes I needed for dinner. I had the chicken, pasta, and vinaigrette at home. I hobbled around on one crutch while I piled what I needed into a basket.
I hobbled up the steps into my house. I was exhausted by the time I got home, but I was determined to make the food and show her the charm that won women over every time—Lucky’s Charm, I called it.
I dressed in light linen clothes while I prepared dinner, and the knock came at my door just in time, just as I was plating the food and serving it up on my table with the wine.
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