We sat in my car the next morning drinking Cappuccinos. She had to work and since we hadn’t gone to sleep all night, I went out and bought us a pick-me up while she showered. Amy and I met each other the night before through a mutual friend. She worked at a bank. I knew by looking at her pictures on web-space that she was out of my league and this would go nowhere. I fooled her enough over the phone and she wanted to meet up at a bar. I was reluctant:
“Well I don’t drink that much but I’d be happy to meet up with you if it’s not too late for ya!”
“Oh, please! I never sleep anyways! I’m a major insomniac.”
We met on her side of town and closed the bar too. We continued talking in the parking lot but there was never good timing for a “well good night”! She said she wasn’t ready to go home yet anyways. I drove us to my house and we had wine. She preferred red. She met my dog and I gave her a tour of my house. Then we locked my dog out my bedroom. Her whining and whimpering was a huge distraction for me, too (the dog’s, not the girl's)! The shock of having a girl in my life again, the stresses of a new job, the dog’s whining; it wasn’t my best effort in the bedroom but I had a chance at redemption the following night. Then I had another chance the next night and the one after that. In fact I had daily chances over the next few months.
My routine was back. So was my confidence. It would be of really poor taste of me to interject a cliché expression like “it was too good to be true” at this point so I’ll refrain.
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