college… how old was this girl, anyway? She clicked over, and her jaw dropped slightly.
Like what you see?
Lynn looked around at her coworkers, wondering if somebody had found her profile and was playing a prank on her, but nobody seemed to be paying attention.
lol, what is this? Lynn wrote back. Are you really only twenty?
Yeah, is that a problem? came the quick response.
No, I mean, what’s a twenty year old girl doing messaging me?
I think you’re cute, duh. Can’t you read?
She sat back in her chair for a moment, confused. She’d tried to dance around the issue, tried to beat around the bush, but she could see this girl wasn’t the type to mince words. As was her habit when stressed, she unthinkingly stuck her tongue out to the side a little as she typed her very direct response.
I mean we’re both straight, so what’s this about?
What, can’t a girl think another girl is cute?
Relieved, Lynn sighed. She felt a little bad for being so confrontational.
Oh, ok. Thanks :)
A moment passed before the girl’s response appeared.
Sure. Want to hang out?
Hang out? Lynn asked, surprised. Like what?
I don’t know, a bar or a club, whatever. You do drink, right?
Of course I drink! she wrote back, wondering how awkward it would be to hang out with a twenty-year old - and confused as to why she was even entertaining the notion. She still felt a little bad for questioning the girl’s intent, and she did feel complemented…
Come on, it’ll be fun!
Ok, alright, she gave in, surprising herself. But when and where specifically?
Tonight around nine. What’s your number?
Lynn messaged her cell number, still confused, surprised, and cautious.
Cool, I’ll text you later!
And with that, the girl logged off.
Lynn sat motionless in her chair, stunned. She had absolutely no idea why she’d agreed to hang out with some random twenty-year old girl off the internet… if the girl was even a girl at all… she wasn’t really worried that it was secretly some old creeper, but it was still best to be cautious. But what if she was real? She’d agreed to go drinking with some strange young girl… probably down on campus, where she hadn’t been in years… and she hadn’t even gotten her name…
Even worse than that, she hadn’t specified that their hanging out wasn’t a date.
She looked at the clock, worried. What had she gotten herself into?
And why, even with all these concerns, was she still a little bit excited?
She chalked it up to her rather boring social life over the past year. An awkward adventure was still an adventure, and it’d be interesting to see campus again… maybe she’d even make a few friends. Still, her heart raced, and she bolted the moment the clock hit five.
She tried to take a nap when she got home, in case she needed to stay out late, but a strange shaky nervousness gripped her chest. To keep herself occupied, she paced around her apartment, cleaning and adjusting everything in sight. The couch seemed to scream for dusting, the fridge needed cleaned out, the carpet needed vacuumed… eight o’ clock came calling, only to find her trying to apply makeup with trembling fingers. She glared back at the clock, wishing it would freeze, or skip forward - anything to alleviate her anxious energy.
Nine o’ clock rolled by at an agonizing snail’s pace, leaving her to count her rapid heartbeats as she stared at her phone.
9:01… 9:02… 9:03…
A thousand doubts ran through her mind. What if the mysterious girl had forgotten? Or decided to vanish without explanation, like so many other online dates? And was this even a date? If so, why was she still going? And what if it was just some creeper trying to capture her or something? She resolved not to go if she was asked to show up anywhere strange or unsafe. She sat tall and smiled. Yes, that was the smart thing. This weird old creeper guy would ask her to go to a warehouse or something, and she’d say no. She sighed with
Like what you see?
Lynn looked around at her coworkers, wondering if somebody had found her profile and was playing a prank on her, but nobody seemed to be paying attention.
lol, what is this? Lynn wrote back. Are you really only twenty?
Yeah, is that a problem? came the quick response.
No, I mean, what’s a twenty year old girl doing messaging me?
I think you’re cute, duh. Can’t you read?
She sat back in her chair for a moment, confused. She’d tried to dance around the issue, tried to beat around the bush, but she could see this girl wasn’t the type to mince words. As was her habit when stressed, she unthinkingly stuck her tongue out to the side a little as she typed her very direct response.
I mean we’re both straight, so what’s this about?
What, can’t a girl think another girl is cute?
Relieved, Lynn sighed. She felt a little bad for being so confrontational.
Oh, ok. Thanks :)
A moment passed before the girl’s response appeared.
Sure. Want to hang out?
Hang out? Lynn asked, surprised. Like what?
I don’t know, a bar or a club, whatever. You do drink, right?
Of course I drink! she wrote back, wondering how awkward it would be to hang out with a twenty-year old - and confused as to why she was even entertaining the notion. She still felt a little bad for questioning the girl’s intent, and she did feel complemented…
Come on, it’ll be fun!
Ok, alright, she gave in, surprising herself. But when and where specifically?
Tonight around nine. What’s your number?
Lynn messaged her cell number, still confused, surprised, and cautious.
Cool, I’ll text you later!
And with that, the girl logged off.
Lynn sat motionless in her chair, stunned. She had absolutely no idea why she’d agreed to hang out with some random twenty-year old girl off the internet… if the girl was even a girl at all… she wasn’t really worried that it was secretly some old creeper, but it was still best to be cautious. But what if she was real? She’d agreed to go drinking with some strange young girl… probably down on campus, where she hadn’t been in years… and she hadn’t even gotten her name…
Even worse than that, she hadn’t specified that their hanging out wasn’t a date.
She looked at the clock, worried. What had she gotten herself into?
And why, even with all these concerns, was she still a little bit excited?
She chalked it up to her rather boring social life over the past year. An awkward adventure was still an adventure, and it’d be interesting to see campus again… maybe she’d even make a few friends. Still, her heart raced, and she bolted the moment the clock hit five.
She tried to take a nap when she got home, in case she needed to stay out late, but a strange shaky nervousness gripped her chest. To keep herself occupied, she paced around her apartment, cleaning and adjusting everything in sight. The couch seemed to scream for dusting, the fridge needed cleaned out, the carpet needed vacuumed… eight o’ clock came calling, only to find her trying to apply makeup with trembling fingers. She glared back at the clock, wishing it would freeze, or skip forward - anything to alleviate her anxious energy.
Nine o’ clock rolled by at an agonizing snail’s pace, leaving her to count her rapid heartbeats as she stared at her phone.
9:01… 9:02… 9:03…
A thousand doubts ran through her mind. What if the mysterious girl had forgotten? Or decided to vanish without explanation, like so many other online dates? And was this even a date? If so, why was she still going? And what if it was just some creeper trying to capture her or something? She resolved not to go if she was asked to show up anywhere strange or unsafe. She sat tall and smiled. Yes, that was the smart thing. This weird old creeper guy would ask her to go to a warehouse or something, and she’d say no. She sighed with
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