"You've already mapped
out our whole relationship, haven't you?" Richard looked up from his notes
and found Chrissy smiling at him. She was a friend of a friend kind of person,
someone he'd known for a couple months now.
"I'm sorry?" He
asked, not because he hadn't heard her, but because he needed time to come up
with a response.
"You've realized that
we get along. You've seen how we've been flirting. You've sized me up in your head. You've
determined what a happy honeymoon period we would have, and then you've
theorized about hypothetical flaws in my personality that would drive you
crazy, or what traits of your personality would drive me mad. You've pictured a big break up for us, and
ultimately decided 'What's the point?'
Am I hitting close to the mark here?" She said it all in a gentle,
only slightly teasing way.
His silence and slightly
guilty smile confirmed that she had hit a bulls eye. She smiled just a little bit wider, and in
spite of himself, he gave her a genuine smile back. "Don't worry. I may have done the same." She sat down on the couch next to him, and
patted him on the knee. "So, let's hear it. What was my fatal flaw that ultimately lead
to our relationships demise?"
"Uh, not yours,
actually, but mine. I was unwilling to
be lenient on a cleaning system I had developed over the years. When we moved in together, you just kept
making small mistakes. I started
repeating the system in the way one might try to teach a child, to which you
snapped and yelled "You're not my Mother" which lead to a bigger over
all argument, which lead to you storming out leaving me once again alone and
miserable." He wasn't entirely sure
why he was telling her all this, but he did feel comfortable doing so.
"Oh, very nice. For the record, I will get mad if you treat
me like a child, but also for the record, I only have to be taught something
twice before I've got it committed to memory."
"Let's hear your
version then," Richard reached out
and patted Chrissy on the knee in a mimic, "What was it that lead to your
version of our relationship's demise?"
"Not yours, but
mine," She echoed, "I get into these moods, some days, where I don't
want to be in a good mood and I don't want to be cheered up. People can comfort me, if they want, but any
active attempt to make me happy will be met with bitterness and rage. I've yet
to meet anyone who could tolerate these moods for long, and in my head, you're
no different. Eventually, you get fed up
and leave, and I have a proper reason to mope for days at a time."
"Hmm." He stroked
his chin dramatically, and Chrissy laughed. "Well, I certainly understand
those moods, I've been stuck by them. I
don't know how I would respond to being on the opposite side of that
coin."
"So, shall we put our
theories to the test?" She asked, jumping back up to her feet.
"What do you
mean?"
"Are you going to ask
me out for real? Or will this all remain purely hypothetical?"
He was quite for a moment,
trying to decide what the right answer here was supposed to be. Was she having him on, or did she genuinely
want him to ask her out?
Finally, he decided to throw
caution to the wind. "So, do you think it'd be alright if I took you out
for dinner sometime this weekend?"
"I'd like that. You've
got my number, give me a call." She
smiled and gave him a wink, before turning on her heel and skipping out of the
room.
He smiled and looked back
down at his notes before shaking his head and wondering aloud to himself,
"What in the world have I gotten myself into?"
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