So there we were eating, at a diner, on a date, just like that. We sat there for a minute enjoying our meals, when I asked her if she had eaten there before. “Yeah, I come here about once a week to be honest.” “Oh, so you’re a regular then.” She answered, “yep, I guess so.” “That’s cool, I’ve never been a regular anywhere.” I responded. Continuing with our meals, we smiled at each other and then she asked me what I do for a living. “Me?, I, I am an inspiring writer.” “So you’re unemployed?”, she asked with a chuckle. “No, I can see how my answer would give you that impression though, but I believe that regardless of where I work, I’m a writer.” “I can be in retail, or work at a warehouse or office, and still, I’ll identify myself as a writer.” Seemingly impressed with my response, she smiled with intrigue and asked me what I was writing. “Well, ideally I’d be writing a book, but with life and all of it’s crazy scenarios and time consuming problems, I just write blogs for now.” I answered. It’s nice to know that she responded with another smile. I could tell she wasn’t like others in the past that would subtly mock me or repeat their question of what I work in. “I’d like to read some of your work at some point then.” She said. “It’d be a good conversation for next time.” I responded. Hoping she would accept the request for another dinner. “Next time?, wow, you really feel that spark, don’t you.?” she asked. I answered back, “Yep, I guess so.” She then smiled again, third’s times the charm, and told me that she feels it too. My heart skipped a beat hearing her say that. “So, here’s my number, call me when you’re free.” I said as I handed her a card with my number. “Call or text me later and I’ll put you in my phone.” She asked why I wouldn’t just get her number right there and then. I responded by saying that I rather leave it for something to look forward to later. And also, if she decided that she wasn’t interested afterall, then I could avoid being that guy who calls the girl only to find out she lost interest after thinking about it. “I’ll reach out to you later then, I promise.” she said. “I won’t lose interest, trust me.” she added. A promise and a request to trust her are good enough for me. I smiled, called for the check, and we headed out. I walked with her for a block until we reached her place. “Well, I had a good time, the best time I never planned with a stranger.” I said. She smiled and said she had a good time too. I thought about maybe going for a kiss, but perhaps it was too early, so I didn’t. “I look forward to later then when I hear from you, or get a text from you.” I said. “Good night, get home safely, and have your phone by your side.” she said. “Have a good night as well.” I turned and walked away as she entered her place. So there I was, walking to the nearest bus stop with a big smile on my face. It was a really good night, perhaps the best night in awhile.

About the Author Mr. Boza

The summer of 2019 was when I decided to no longer go through life holding my feelings, my thoughts, and my emotions contained within. I needed a change in life and since I made that decision, life has been so much more liberating. Nowadays my writing helps me express myself in a way that allows me to feel whatever it is that I'm thinking or feeling or even yearning for, pour out and not consume me from within. My work is simple to read, simple to understand, and hopefully is the type of writing that makes someone smile when they read it. Enjoy.

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