Page 11 of Songs for Libby

“Why? Do you need a plus-one for something?” He knew I didn’t do plus-ones. Public appearances were not my thing.

“No. I just want to spend some time with you. I’m inviting you to come see me.”

At least he remembered the conversation we’d had the morning after his club binge, and I was glad. It would be good to just be with him for a while, hopefully talk some things through. “I’d love that. What days are you here?”

We worked out a day and time to get together, and as we hung up I couldn’t help but be hopeful. If he had actually heard and remembered my complaints from the other morning, maybe he would actually do something about them.

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The next few days were fairly routine in that I went to work and came home. But they were not at all routine in the way my phone kept chiming and buzzing with texts from Jonas. After our date I had been determined not to reach out too soon or be too clingy or desperate, but a few texts back and forth had evolved into a near-constant dialogue between us. However, after four days, we still hadn’t arranged a time to see each other in person again and I was getting anxious about it. What if we never progressed beyond text bantering? The sweeping disappointment brought on by that thought was a lot stronger than I felt it should be. I wanted to see him again. Like, right now.

So it was with great glee that I read his text Wednesday evening.

Jonas: So, when can I see you again?

Me: I’m free most evenings.

Jonas: How about tomorrow?

I went to type “great!” But then stopped. I was busy tomorrow evening. Sean had invited me to get together with him. I was hoping he would apologize and we could talk—really talk—while he was sober and there weren’t fans throwing themselves at him.

Me: Tomorrow is the one day I already have plans. What about Friday?

Jonas: Friday is good. Are your plans tomorrow something I could tag along on? I like a good high school choir concert…

Was this guy for real? He was offering to attend a high school performance just so that he could hang out in my vicinity? If that wasn’t swoon-worthy, nothing was.

Me: I wish, but no. Sean (my friend who makes poor decisions) asked if we can get together tomorrow. I’m hopeful it will be more positive than most of our recent interactions.

Jonas: I’ll cross my fingers for you.

Me: Thanks.

Jonas: So…Friday?

Me: Yes! What did you have in mind?

Jonas: Roy’s has live music and dancing. You up for that?

Me: Sounds great.