Georgia: Ah, so you’re drunk texting me, I hope somebody else is driving?
Georgia: I’ll take the drunk texting as a compliment, I think?
Gracie: Cami is driving.
Gracie: California was great, wasn’t it?
Georgia: It was. I think about it all the time.
Gracie: Me too.
Georgia: Gracie…what’s going on? Why are you texting me and not your other “friends”?
Gracie: I don’t know.
Gracie: Hearing that song just reminded me of you and I am drunk.
Georgia: I thought you didn’t drink?
Gracie: I don’t really and if I do I am a cheap date as you can see. I think you probably figured out why I didn’t drink in Cali?
Georgia: Any other white lies from that week?
Gracie: Just one…
Georgia: …
Gracie: I actually love roller coasters! It’s just all the signs said not to ride if you were pregnant and I didn’t know what to do so I lied and said I didn’t like them. I am so sorry but I swear the drinking and coasters are it! I really really love coasters.
Georgia: I think I can live with that. You’re forgiven.
Gracie: Thank you.
Georgia: Of course.
Gracie: No I mean it.
Gracie: Thank you.
Gracie: For not hating me.
Georgia: I could never hate you. I understand everything now.
Georgia: Would you like to get coffee again sometime soon?
Georgia: Frances would love to see you again. She said we could even take Ireland to the park or something if you would rather do that?
Georgia: Em, you still there?
Georgia: Sleep good, Gracie.
Gracie…he called me Gracie!
He forgives me and doesn’t hate me!
I feel myself start to break out into a full sweat and must re-read it instantly and let the analysis begin. Steps must be retraced to make sure I didn’t miss anything too embarrassing.
The first notable item is that this all started with the potential to go very bad when I mentioned dancing on the beach because what followed that dancing was very naughty. He didn’t go there so that could mean he was being a gentleman because I was drunk, or he didn’t want to remember the naughty times.