bedroom. I walked into the
bathroom, and turned on the shower, the hotter the better. I desperately needed
to relax, and a hot shower always eased my aches and pains.
Before leaving the art walk, I
had sent a message to Jet about meeting that night so I could start on my
project as soon as possible. I was a little on edge about the whole thing. I
couldn't even believe I had agreed to meet with him, and I hoped the evening
wasn't going to turn into a disaster. I didn't need the stress, especially
since I would be back to square one with my changing objects project.
I quickly brushed out my hair.
The stream coming from the shower drew me in, and as I stepped into the hot
water, my anxiety seemed to melt away instantly. The shower had been exactly
what I needed. I had absolutely no reason to be nervous. This wasn't a date
with a new guy I was interested in. All we were doing was meeting so that I
could complete my project. It was nothing. I would survive this meeting
unscathed, and maybe even have a story to tell my friends. They would love to
hear how some hot guy on campus posed for me. It would be the highlight of most
of their years, including mine.
I was just about done with my
shower, when I heard a door slam. It must have been Julie coming into the
apartment. I turned the taps off before getting out to dry myself off. By the
time I got out and dressed, I felt much better about the whole situation.
I headed out of the bathroom to
see Julie, who was in the kitchen pouring herself a
glass of wine.
“I'll have one of those.”
Julie grabbed another glass out
of the cupboard, and poured me a glass as well.
“How was the art walk?”
“Fabulous. A hilarious thing
happened today. Jet showed up and bought one of my drawings for $300.”
Julie looked confused. “Jet? Jet from school?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course. How many Jets do you know?”
“Why was he in your tent, or at
the art walk, for that matter? I wasn't even there.”
“Well, he's been stalking me
relentlessly for the past few days.”
“Seriously? You have seen him since the
night at the bar? Why didn't you tell me?”
“I don't know. I didn't think it
was important.”
“Are you new to gossip? This is
incredible news. So $300, right? Wow, you really took
the guy for everything.”
“He got everything he deserved,”
I laughed. “I guarantee that drawing is in a trash can somewhere. The guy is
clearly just trying to get in my pants.”
“I don't know, Natalie, that's a
lot of money to spend on a girl who he hasn't even gone on a date with. He may
actually be really into you.”
“That's ridiculous. But speaking
of dates, I am actually seeing him tonight.”
“You are going on a date with
Jet? Oh, this is so rich.”
“It's not a date.”
“Then what is it?”
“He offered to help me with my
changing objects project, so we are meeting for that reason, and that reason
alone.”
“Oh my God, this is hilarious.
Just days ago you were ripping this guy apart in a bar. You didn't even know
who he was, and you told him you couldn't care less about him. Now you guys are
going out on a date? How funny is this?”
“It's not a date.”
“Who are you kidding? This guy
doesn't want to be part of your project; it's just the only way you would be
seen in public with him.”
“It's not a date.” I think at
that point I was also trying to convince myself.
“It's a date in sheep’s clothing,
for sure. Like, think about it, you're going to have to see him at least once a
month, every month for the whole year. He totally conned you into regular
dates.”
I laughed, “No, trust me, this is
totally professional. I'm not interested in him at all.”
“I don't know, Natalie. I think
sooner rather than later you guys are going to be sweaty and tangled in the
sheets.”
“Oh for crying out loud, will you
stop?”
“Just warning you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
I headed to the bathroom with my
glass in hand to start getting ready for my
bathroom, and turned on the shower, the hotter the better. I desperately needed
to relax, and a hot shower always eased my aches and pains.
Before leaving the art walk, I
had sent a message to Jet about meeting that night so I could start on my
project as soon as possible. I was a little on edge about the whole thing. I
couldn't even believe I had agreed to meet with him, and I hoped the evening
wasn't going to turn into a disaster. I didn't need the stress, especially
since I would be back to square one with my changing objects project.
I quickly brushed out my hair.
The stream coming from the shower drew me in, and as I stepped into the hot
water, my anxiety seemed to melt away instantly. The shower had been exactly
what I needed. I had absolutely no reason to be nervous. This wasn't a date
with a new guy I was interested in. All we were doing was meeting so that I
could complete my project. It was nothing. I would survive this meeting
unscathed, and maybe even have a story to tell my friends. They would love to
hear how some hot guy on campus posed for me. It would be the highlight of most
of their years, including mine.
I was just about done with my
shower, when I heard a door slam. It must have been Julie coming into the
apartment. I turned the taps off before getting out to dry myself off. By the
time I got out and dressed, I felt much better about the whole situation.
I headed out of the bathroom to
see Julie, who was in the kitchen pouring herself a
glass of wine.
“I'll have one of those.”
Julie grabbed another glass out
of the cupboard, and poured me a glass as well.
“How was the art walk?”
“Fabulous. A hilarious thing
happened today. Jet showed up and bought one of my drawings for $300.”
Julie looked confused. “Jet? Jet from school?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course. How many Jets do you know?”
“Why was he in your tent, or at
the art walk, for that matter? I wasn't even there.”
“Well, he's been stalking me
relentlessly for the past few days.”
“Seriously? You have seen him since the
night at the bar? Why didn't you tell me?”
“I don't know. I didn't think it
was important.”
“Are you new to gossip? This is
incredible news. So $300, right? Wow, you really took
the guy for everything.”
“He got everything he deserved,”
I laughed. “I guarantee that drawing is in a trash can somewhere. The guy is
clearly just trying to get in my pants.”
“I don't know, Natalie, that's a
lot of money to spend on a girl who he hasn't even gone on a date with. He may
actually be really into you.”
“That's ridiculous. But speaking
of dates, I am actually seeing him tonight.”
“You are going on a date with
Jet? Oh, this is so rich.”
“It's not a date.”
“Then what is it?”
“He offered to help me with my
changing objects project, so we are meeting for that reason, and that reason
alone.”
“Oh my God, this is hilarious.
Just days ago you were ripping this guy apart in a bar. You didn't even know
who he was, and you told him you couldn't care less about him. Now you guys are
going out on a date? How funny is this?”
“It's not a date.”
“Who are you kidding? This guy
doesn't want to be part of your project; it's just the only way you would be
seen in public with him.”
“It's not a date.” I think at
that point I was also trying to convince myself.
“It's a date in sheep’s clothing,
for sure. Like, think about it, you're going to have to see him at least once a
month, every month for the whole year. He totally conned you into regular
dates.”
I laughed, “No, trust me, this is
totally professional. I'm not interested in him at all.”
“I don't know, Natalie. I think
sooner rather than later you guys are going to be sweaty and tangled in the
sheets.”
“Oh for crying out loud, will you
stop?”
“Just warning you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
I headed to the bathroom with my
glass in hand to start getting ready for my
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