I hate it when I don\’t know what\’s exactly going to happen.
But then, that\’s part of the fun. The unknown.
Chris, who I had a met a few weeks ago, at that salsa club, invited me to dinner Saturday. We had an easy conversation on im ever since then. When I had first talked to him, a mutual friend of his gave him a business card. He asked me for my contact info. So I wrote down my sn and my e-mail address. After a moment, I decided to write down my phone number as well.
He\’s fun to talk to, but we all know how we are easily deceived online. Yet at the salsa club, it was a great time talking to him. Our easy camaraderie that almost required no effort at all.
But tonight, I asked where we were going to meet. It was almost a hint of…something else. He said that he could pick me up. A date? People nowadays never say that. I am treading the thin line of friends and not. So many of us like to travel on that ambiguous line, so that we can jump directly into the right zone when we feel it\’s right.
It\’s like blindly choosing a color to wear and refusing to open our eyes to see whether it matches.
All we have to do is ask, but it\’s subjective. And we are fickle people. I know I am.