Back in August on my birthday I got a text from Maria.
“Aww! Thank you Maria!”
Last week against my better judgement I decided I wanted to see Maria. This would probably be a complete waste of time and money, but I wanted to see what she was up to and phicklephilly needs content.
“Happy hour tonight?”
“Hey I had my internship now off to my night class unfortunately.”
“No worries! I have been working a lot and had a free night. What’s a good day/time I could catch up with you for an hour.”
“Probably Mondays or Wednesdays in Old City.”
“Perfect. I’m not working at night those days. Next Monday for a happy hour?”
“Maybe for one drink. I have a huge test that Tuesday.”
“Would lunch on Wednesday work better?”
(She seems thrilled)
“1pm in Old City or does noon work better for you?”
“I don’t know my workload until that day.”
“Alright, well then let’s do one drink in Old City Monday. It’ll be great to catch up. I have stories!” (Bold faced lie. Just seeing her out of curiosity and for the blog)
“We good for a drink in Old City tomorrow?”
(Try to contain your enthusiasm, Maria)
Ahh Maria. Since I haven’t heard from you I assume something’s come up and I’ve already been invited to an event. (Bold faced lie. I’m just sick of waiting seven fucking hours for a response from her. By now I don’t even feeling like going to Old City) But no worries. Is there another day and time we can catch up?
“Hey sorry I was running around for our press conference. No big deal. I probably should take that extra time to study anyway. I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”
“No worries. Look forward to catching up on all the news.”
How much do you want to bet I never hear from her again? I think that would be a sucker’s bet.
(Sigh) Still love her anyway.
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