Saturday morning at 10:22, my phone chimed with a text message…
Hi! Its me Alan I don’t know if you remember me
I don’t… How do I know you?
We met a few weeks back outside of H&M;
Oh, yes… I remember
So what’s up? Don’t tell me the sky
Nothing, I’m at the hair salon, you?
R we going to meet?
You tell me
Where do you live?
Why did it matter where I lived? I had not invited him over and we didn’t have plans for him to pick me up or anything. It seemed as if he was one of those guys who thought they could just meet me, come over and hook up. I didn’t want to assume anything though, so I wrote:
If you’d like to grab a drink or coffee, we can do that.
…I never heard from him again.