Dear Friends,
Since, this morning I looked good and was going out anyway, I broke the Rules and dropped Him a line, inquiring about his whereabouts. I suppose there was no harm in getting the damn coffee out of the way! I didn't receive a reply.
I returned home from my doctors' appointments shortly after noon, no reply, yet!
The customary, deeply annoying speculations rushed into my head, all at once.
He didn't get my message. He was expecting a phone call. He is playing hard to get. He is upset. He lost interest. Then the accusations arrived; I should've given him my number when he asked for it! I think too much! I should have called him! I should know what I want by now!
An hour later, my friend's final analysis, "Young men are unpredictable," closed the case!
Just as I was giving up tapping the Mail icon every two-seconds, I saw his name appear across my screen in bold letters. My heart fell. However, as hard as I stared at his three lonely, lifeless words "Yonge and Finch," I didn't find a thread to pull, as we say in Farsi. He hadn't given me an opportunity to reply. Once again, my over-thinking has whipped the life out of a momentum!
I realize, I need a man who can go the extra mile, no matter how old, busy or "assetfull" he thinks he is. Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed, today?
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