Those of you who were in attendance in that copy room (that is to say, none of you) will recall a man standing there with his arms in the air, parading about the room triumphantly. To say a certain swagger had found its way into my step as I walked back would not be an exaggeration. A peacock would have felt humble by comparison. Not even my psyche could deny that Hot Law Library Chick had written my name on her notes.
I returned her notes and went back to my table, plotting my next move. I held all the cards, now. She was smitten, head-over-heels, if you will. To imagine the word “twitterpated” would not be out of the question. Clearly, her life would have been but a meaningless shell of an existence but that I were a part of it. You get the idea.
So, how to proceed? I certainly didn’t want to lose the upper hand or tarnish my Adonis-like image in her mind. Finally, I settled on my next move. I decided…to sit at her table the next time I was in the library. “Yes!”, you’re thinking. “A real man of action!” That’s right.
And did I shy away from this bold endeavor (which essentially put me back on the same level I was at the day I first met her)? No. I DID sit at her table. And not only did I decide to sit with her, but I was going to ASK HER OUT!! ON A DATE! TOGETHER!! Did my boldness know no bounds? IT DID NOT!!
So, in keeping with my debonair, suave way (no cracks in the comments!), I sat with her for probably 2 hours. We studied, talked here and there, etc. Plenty of time to ask her on a date. Did I do it? Surprisingly, yes. When? As she was pushing her chair in to go home for the evening.
That’s right, friends. Nothing says confidence like waiting until the last second, literally, of a 2-hour window to ask somebody out on a date. Notwithstanding, she was a true gentlewoman and accepted my bold advances. She did want to go on a date with me! She did think it sounded like fun to go see a hypnotist at Johnny B’s. She was excited for me to call.
So, why did she decide to call me the day of the date and cancel?
(to be continued…)