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thinking and overthinking the details I’d already thought I’d thought about, drowning until I was a pile of human goo on the sofa watching every sappy and heart-wrenching Lifetime movie out there for weekends on end. Years of therapy helped, but I was still a bipolar worrywart. The worry rode slowly over me in extremes. The middle homeostatic good-type-of-worry area grew over time, but at that moment, I was 100 percent freaked out.
I inhaled a deep breath to calm my frantically beating heart. “Yeah, I’m okay. No Ben and Jerry’s meltdown. I’m going to text him back ‘thanks’ and move on. He’s going out with Emerson tomorrow night anyway. If he’s into her, he definitely doesn’t want me! I mean … she’s gorgeous and I’m—”
I swore I heard Willow growl or grunt or gargle or something.
What the hell was that?
When her voice came back, it was probably heard in the next county. “Presley, you are beautiful! How many times do I have to tell you that!” She calmed, then added, “You were beautiful before you started working out and eating better, but now, my sister from another mother, you are … Drop. Dead. Gorgeous. I swear. I wouldn’t lie to you. You know that.”
“I know,” I mumbled.
Willow wouldn’t lie, but the word “beautiful” just never came to mind when I weighed—what I weighed. I hated to think in numbers and I wouldn’t ever again. Healthy physically, emotionally, and mentally was all that mattered.
Prez: Thanks for the reminder. I’ll be there.
I went back to my book. My phone buzzed.
Jude: My pleasure. How was your day?
Small talk? Really?
I could have ignored him. But I didn’t.
Prez: Good, actually, really good. I will be the top salesperson for the month.
Jude: Congratulations! Blake told me you are a great car salesperson.
Blake said that? How sweet.
Prez: Thanks.
I stopped typing and contemplated if I wanted to take the text a little further. I bit my lip and continued typing.
Prez: Thanks. How was your day?
My heart paused when I tapped the send button. I stared at his name, still kind of in shock that he was now permanent in my phone. And in my life?
I received a return text almost immediately and my heart played a quick tempo of happiness.
Jude: Three new clients today. Loving Triple R. Met some great people.
Prez: Congrats to you, too. Triple R is lucky to have you.
There was a long wait for another text. Maybe we’re done?
Jude: Sorry for surprising you @ art class yesterday.
Prez: No need to apologize. It was nice to see you.
I pressed send and then panicked.
I didn’t just say that! “Nice to see you”? He was naked! That sounds totally creepy!
Jude: The whole me or just parts of me? ;-)
OMG! I think he’s flirting by text!
I sat up in bed and stared blindly at my phone. My brain was stuck trying to determine if he was, in fact, actually, positively, irrefutably flirting. I was sure several minutes went by, even if the lapse felt like seconds.
The phone buzzed in my hand and I flinched like it was a striking snake.
Jude: Presley, I am sorry. I may have offended you. If I did, I didn’t mean to. Hope to see you in the AM. Good night.
Contemplating my next move from every direction, I closed my eyes and tried to absorb the emotions coursing through me, something I rarely did because the sensations were often overwhelming. Jude was a nice guy, and I wanted to like him, but I didn’t want to get hurt either. I’d been here before. Putting myself out there and being rejected had eaten away the ability to see when someone was actually interested.
I typed slowly.
Prez: No offense. Liked bumping into you as much as seeing all of you.
After a deep breath, I closed my eyes and hit send. In less than a minute, there was a return text. I opened the message and then opened my eyes.
Jude: My family says I never have my eyes open to watch where I’m going, both in my personal life and when it comes to turning the right direction.
I inhaled a deep breath to calm my frantically beating heart. “Yeah, I’m okay. No Ben and Jerry’s meltdown. I’m going to text him back ‘thanks’ and move on. He’s going out with Emerson tomorrow night anyway. If he’s into her, he definitely doesn’t want me! I mean … she’s gorgeous and I’m—”
I swore I heard Willow growl or grunt or gargle or something.
What the hell was that?
When her voice came back, it was probably heard in the next county. “Presley, you are beautiful! How many times do I have to tell you that!” She calmed, then added, “You were beautiful before you started working out and eating better, but now, my sister from another mother, you are … Drop. Dead. Gorgeous. I swear. I wouldn’t lie to you. You know that.”
“I know,” I mumbled.
Willow wouldn’t lie, but the word “beautiful” just never came to mind when I weighed—what I weighed. I hated to think in numbers and I wouldn’t ever again. Healthy physically, emotionally, and mentally was all that mattered.
Prez: Thanks for the reminder. I’ll be there.
I went back to my book. My phone buzzed.
Jude: My pleasure. How was your day?
Small talk? Really?
I could have ignored him. But I didn’t.
Prez: Good, actually, really good. I will be the top salesperson for the month.
Jude: Congratulations! Blake told me you are a great car salesperson.
Blake said that? How sweet.
Prez: Thanks.
I stopped typing and contemplated if I wanted to take the text a little further. I bit my lip and continued typing.
Prez: Thanks. How was your day?
My heart paused when I tapped the send button. I stared at his name, still kind of in shock that he was now permanent in my phone. And in my life?
I received a return text almost immediately and my heart played a quick tempo of happiness.
Jude: Three new clients today. Loving Triple R. Met some great people.
Prez: Congrats to you, too. Triple R is lucky to have you.
There was a long wait for another text. Maybe we’re done?
Jude: Sorry for surprising you @ art class yesterday.
Prez: No need to apologize. It was nice to see you.
I pressed send and then panicked.
I didn’t just say that! “Nice to see you”? He was naked! That sounds totally creepy!
Jude: The whole me or just parts of me? ;-)
OMG! I think he’s flirting by text!
I sat up in bed and stared blindly at my phone. My brain was stuck trying to determine if he was, in fact, actually, positively, irrefutably flirting. I was sure several minutes went by, even if the lapse felt like seconds.
The phone buzzed in my hand and I flinched like it was a striking snake.
Jude: Presley, I am sorry. I may have offended you. If I did, I didn’t mean to. Hope to see you in the AM. Good night.
Contemplating my next move from every direction, I closed my eyes and tried to absorb the emotions coursing through me, something I rarely did because the sensations were often overwhelming. Jude was a nice guy, and I wanted to like him, but I didn’t want to get hurt either. I’d been here before. Putting myself out there and being rejected had eaten away the ability to see when someone was actually interested.
I typed slowly.
Prez: No offense. Liked bumping into you as much as seeing all of you.
After a deep breath, I closed my eyes and hit send. In less than a minute, there was a return text. I opened the message and then opened my eyes.
Jude: My family says I never have my eyes open to watch where I’m going, both in my personal life and when it comes to turning the right direction.
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