Part of me still can’t believe that Essie agreed to this date. I’ve asked her out no less than a dozen times over the past nine months that she’s lived here. I’d gotten used to getting shot down. Which means the fact that she finally said yes has thrown me off my game.
I spend a ridiculous amount of time planning our date, researching where to go, reading restaurant reviews and mapping out our way around the city just so there were no surprises. The last thing I wanted to do was get stuck in a construction zone or waste our time in needless traffic. Then I spend almost just as long showering, manscaping and getting ready. I want tonight to be perfect—to show Essie that we can be so much more than just fuckbuddies.
Just when I’m about ready, there’s a sudden knock on my bedroom door.
“I
