Page 16 of The Swiping Game
James: So what you’re trying to say without actually saying it, is that I’m pretty much perfect. It’s fine. You can say it. I know it can be hard.
Tara: And modest. You’re just so modest.
James: That is my best quality.
Tara: I’m sure it is =)
I’m smiling like a lunatic. How is this happening? How did I go from downloading this app out of curiosity spurred by a slight buzz and a twinge of loneliness to talking to a woman who I never in a million years thought I would have anything in common with? If you were to have asked me to describe Tara in three words before yesterday, I would have said infuriating, impossible, and a smartass.
Now those words are more like captivating, enchanting, and irresistible.
Tara: Hey, I hate to end this. To be honest with you, this has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. But I’m starting to fall asleep. I’m hoping we can talk again soon.
Now. Right here. This would be the time to end it. Tell her that I’ve had a great day talking to her, but then maybe let her down easy. Or do the honest thing and tell her who I am. That’s what I should do. That’s what every cell in my body is screaming at me to do right now.
But I don’t. I don’t do either of those things. Because even though she might think so, I’m not perfect. I’m a selfish bastard who doesn’t want to give this up.
James: Absolutely. Sweet dreams. We’ll talk tomorrow.
