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SASHA:Ansr phone, u dork. Have phone sex 4 me! TTYL

Phew. That was exhausting. Give me an old-fashioned phone call over texting any day of the week.

I look down. Oh shit. Missed call.

Wait. How did I even get his number in my phone? Did he program it into my phone the other night at my place when I wasn’t looking? Is he a creepy creeper?

Do I call him back? No. I don’t, right? I make him wonder? I have no idea how this dating stuff works. Wait. Are we dating? No, we’re not dating. We just kissed. We’re not dating.

But man, it was a gooooood kiss, wasn’t it?

What would Dr. Knowles do in a situation like this?

Ugh. I already dislike what this is doing to my head. My internal monologue is irritating even to myself. Related sidebar: I saw this study online recently, claiming that not everyone has an internal monologue. Whaaat? How is that possible? I mean, what are people’s brains doing if not talking to them all the time? I have absolutely no idea what that would be like.

The phone rings again.

He’s calling back? Less than five minutes later and he’s calling back? I pick up this time.

“Dude. Major party foul.”

“What do you mean?”

We skip the hellos and get right into it.

“Well, I guess it’s not so much a party foul as it is a dating foul.”

“What is?”

“Calling back again less than five minutes after the initial call? You’re supposed to wait until I call you back. Don’t you know the rules?”

“Oh. What do I care about the rules?”

“You really don’t, do you?”

“Not about rules like this. Besides, you likely weren’t going to call me back, were you?”

“I was thinking about it.”

“Alright. I’ll take it. And don’t think I missed it a moment ago when you used the word dating.”

“It was a slip. I just meant that—”

“It’s all good. I’ll let that one slide.”

This guy.

He continues, saving me from myself. “I just wanted to say that it was really nice today. Spending time with you.”

“Yeah. It was.”

“Cool. We’re in agreement then. I hope it’s not too late to call?”

“Nah.”

“So. Whatcha doin’?”

“Just doing a little writing.”