At my friend Harper’s urging, I agreed to be set up on a blind date.
Idiotic, I know.
But Harper was convinced that if Essie thought I was moving on with someone else, it would force her to reveal her true feelings on the subject. The subject of how she feels about me.
Since I’m an i***t and was also desperate, I agreed.
Harper thought me going out with someone else would make Essie jealous, or make her realize that she does want to be with me. It was a longshot.
The only person they could come up with on short notice was Harper’s hair stylist, Veronica.
Veronica has purple hair and a lot of tattoos. We got Thai food and then I dropped her off at home. As far as I’m concerned, it was a colossal waste of time because yesterday when I told Essie I had a date tonight, she’d smiled at me
