*This is a story of the first time with my ex-girlfriend from a few years back. Not sure why it popped into my head after all this time, but thought it would be fun to share with you all here. If you don’t like deep background and are just looking for the action, feel free to skip to the “page break” below. Enjoy!*
I first met Emily on the second week of my new job. I had just taken over the management of membership and fundraising at the local arts center and was in that familiar phase when the novelty and excitement of onboarding with a new organization was starting to fade and the deluge of responsibility of the actual work ahead of me was threatening to overwhelm. So I may have been a little uncharacteristically short and distant when Emily came to my office to introduce herself and inquire about the program offerings and schedule of the upcoming season.
“It’s not set yet, come bother me next week” I said, with an obvious air of impatience, not even bothering to look up from my screen. I heard her turn heal and leave without another word.