![]() I’m sure she’ll get back to me as soon as she can. My confidence starts going down and shifting into doubt. She also probably didn’t want to seem overeager and be writing back so fast, right? She started a draft, didn’t feel good about it, and wanted to get back to it later. No problem, she’s probably just crafting her perfectly witty response. But then, in a few seconds – they vanished.Īnd there was no response from Tanya. The ones that tantalisingly tell you someone is typing a response, the phone equivalent of the slow trip up to the top of a roller coaster. I braced myself and watched as those little iPhone dots popped up. I wasn’t head-over-heels in love with Tanya, but she seemed really cool and it felt as if we had a good connection.Ī few minutes went by and the status of the text message changed to “read”. (Tanya was singing the Drake song The Motto at the party and, impressively, knew almost all the lyrics.) You wanna go? Maybe they’ll let you cover The Motto if we ask nicely?”Ī nice, firm ask with a little inside joke thrown in. ![]() Here was my text: “Hey – don’t know if you left for NYC, but Beach House playing tonight and tomorrow at Wiltern. I found out that the band Beach House, which we listened to the night we made out, was playing that week in LA, so it seemed the perfect move. ![]() I waited a few days, so as not to seem overeager. Eventually I decided to text her, because she seemed to be a heavy texter. ![]()
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