But I did say yes, and I had promised to call on Tuesday, so when Thursday rolled on by, I figured it was time to do something. So I texted him and said, “Are you still interested in lunch or a drink?”
“Of course, sweetheart… just tell me which day u’re free and we go to have lunch on a beach, ok?”
I could do without the “sweetheart” from a man I hardly know, but he’s French. Whatever.
Apparently I didn’t respond quickly enough, because he then wrote: “Hi honey, how about Sunday for lunch?”
Now I’m “honey” too? Eh. It’s a free lunch, right? I proposed Thursday.
“Ok babe, you sure?” he wrote. Babe? Really? Then: “Because I don’t have a lot of free time. Kissessss.” Ick. Wait – there’s more: “But for you I’m going to take my time. You’re my sweet guest.”
Oh, please. Am I supposed to feel special? I don’t even know this man – how can I be his “sweet guest.” I want to vomit.
I’m debating on what to respond with:
Option A) “Does that stuff actually work?”But then I can never go back to the Ptit Club again. Or, have I grown beyond that too?
-or-
Option B) “Since you’re so busy and I wouldn’t want to interrupt, how about we just cancel.”
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