The morning after our first date, I smile and sigh as I open Herbie64’s good morning text. It has been in my inbox for a couple of hours before I have the chance to open it. I’ve packed two school lunches, fed and took out our dog, tracked down matching socks for both boys, downed three cups of coffee and answered a handful of emails and drove one to school after missing the bus, before even thinking of checking my texts.
I read that text and the next two, “thinking of you” followed by “Wow you are a GREAT kisser!”. I guess I really did “bring sexy back” last night lol … today however is a very different story. I feel a little like a jerk that I’ve not gotten back to him, so I do so now, being thankful and trying to muster up a little sexy mojo. I hope it fools him because I’m not fooling myself.
That evening after my kids are in bed, the laundry is folded and the kitchen cleaned up after dinner, I text him that I’m now ready to talk. After hitting send, my phone rings before I can set it back down and we talk about our Saturday night plans. It is a few days away and he has racked up major points for remembering our very first phone conversation and how I always wanted to go to the little jazz club downtown with the rooftop bar.
The Single Mom
Next time.... Creeping and Cold Feet