Dinner
You stare at the ceiling, lying on your back, thinking ‘How did I get myself into this?’ Your brain is still a little fuzzy, so you strain the think back. You setup another meeting with me by email the other day. I said I was going to be in town on a business trip and that we should get together for dinner. Acting nonchalant online, but with your heart pounding in your chest, you said that sounded like a great idea. I had been working on you pretty hard, trying to convince you to make another...