After I exchanged contact information with my landlord’s daughter on my landlords party, after I had promised my landlord to call her daughter it took me until Monday to send her a first message. It just was a casual “Hi, how are you? Do you even remember me?” one. Luckily she remembered me. And luckily she got back to me.
We kept on texting back and forth for a day or two. We still got along and had something to talk about. So that thing we had up and running at her mother’s party wasn’t just a one time lucky hit. So I asked her for a date. She said yes. We agreed on Friday night, in one of the fanciest Italian restaurants in town. She chose the location. She insisted on it.
Her insisting on it gave me a minor heart attack. I clearly couldn’t afford it. And getting a reservation in one of the most popular restaurants in town for a Friday night on a Wednesday afternoon, it gave me more than just a headache.