I cancelled a date for Nicole. I didn’t even have plans with Nicole, but after the previous night, I just wanted to see her. I wanted to fix things for the phone call, and for the Taylor tryst. So, I took the train to Westchester, grabbed a couple Slurpees and I knocked her door.
I think flowers are a little overplayed. I’m sorry about last night.
It’s January. And it’s fine. It’s a drunk call, not a big deal. We all do it.
She didn’t get the Slurpees, and I elaborated about how it was one of those random details that I remembered from the day I met her. Slurpee-clad, I entered her apartment for the first time. She put a pot of coffee on and we just sat at her kitchen table talking.
Luckily, she didn’t have plans for the day so we watched several movies, ate an entire pizza, and spooned on her couch. We passed out, and I woke up at 1 am to my phone alarm, to catch the last train back to the city. Half asleep, she said goodbye and offered to drop me off at the station. I refused, tucked her back in on that couch, and I kissed her on the she cheek. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a lip kiss.
