Remember my lemon drop crush? I saw him again last week. It’s been over two years since the last time we saw each other. He’s still single, I’m still single.
He came home with me. We made out on the couch. He told me I was a good kisser. I complimented his eyes.
He spent the night (NO SEX.) He stayed all day Sunday. I made breakfast, he drank copious amounts of coffee. (Seriously, I never expected to meet anyone that drank more coffee than me.) I refused to make more after the third pot was gone.
We talked about life, and politics. We talked about his job and mine. We talked about going back to college. (He’s getting his Master’s, I need to finish my Bachelor’s.)
He blew off his daily run to stay and talk. He finally left with just enough time to shower and get to work. He said he’d call and we’d get together for coffee.
It’s been seven days. He didn’t call.
