The weekend creeps closer. It's Friday evening and I'm just here,lying on my bed and listening to some music. I hear a beep and check my phone. It's Natalie.
"Hey girl,you won't believe what I just heard!!!"
I smile,knowing it's gonna be some good gossip,then I reply.
"Something good,I suppose?"
I barely responded before her next message appeared.
"You clearly made an impression on Andrew! He's been asking his friends about you! What did you talk about?"
I sit up,in total shock. At first I feel flattered. Andrew is an attractive guy,and I know every girl would feel honoured if he even just smiled at them. But then,my instincts kick in. Why do I need to impress him? I'm not some show pony. I'm a grown independent woman. And I don't need a….OH MY GOSH HE JUST TEXTED.
"Hey stalker"
I try to keep a calm pose.
"Ironic calling me a stalker when you're texting me right now…how did you get my number?"
I anxiously wait for a response. As I see him typing,I quickly go offline,trying not to act overeager. I hear my phone beep again,and I wait a minute or two before going online again.
"I have my contacts.LOL"
"Mm."
I stop responding,trying not to seem desperate. He doesn't text back either. Time goes by,and just as I think he's lost all interest and I go to bed,my phone beeps again.
"Good night :)"
I know this doesn't mean he's interested in me in any way,but somehow,it makes me feel…acknowledged. Okay,that just sounds dumb. I'm going to bed,because clearly this tiredness has got me hallucinating.