I got a lot of wonderful feedback from you friends on my post from yesterday, and I want to thank all of you. Since I never responded to Maybe Cory’s text from the other night and he’s been silent since, I figured that was the end of that. I was thankful he didn’t turn out to be a psycho stalker who would eventually become scarier and scarier with each unanswered text.
But, I woke up this morning to a text from Maybe Cory saying, “Don’t want to chat?”
Oh boy. It’s official. I have to answer him. The text was slightly passive aggressive, filled with annoyance and perhaps regret. I immediately felt bad and tried to think of what to say without hurting his feelings. I kept thinking this morning about how aggravated I’ve been in the past when my messages had gone unanswered. I tend to overthink things way too much and I didn’t necessarily want to do that to him or anybody else. He seems perfectly nice.
I apologized for not getting back to him due to the stress of moving to South Carolina. <– I had to remind him of this very important fact.
He said he understood and then the light bulb went off. “You live in Connecticut?”
I said yes.
“Ohhhh. I missed that part. *insert sweaty smiley emoji*”
And that was the end of the conversation. I have a feeling I won’t be hearing from Maybe Cory again.
So I realized many things from this very small experience.
1.) Maybe Cory was probably too drunk to comprehend what I was saying to him that evening.
2.) Maybe Cory wasn’t actually listening to anything I was saying to him that evening.
3.) It’s more than likely a mix of both 1 and 2.
4.) I need to take a chill pill.
So even though I didn’t get a chance to actually turn him down, it makes me feel a little bit better that I sorta kinda tried. Until next time.