Trouble and I met two years ago. We have gone on date dates but never dated. He holds the door. He (attempts to) cook me dinner. I wear dresses and heels. But we do not make out. You see, Trouble is a player. Which is why I will not date him. And Trouble likes that. But since moving back to the Bay Area a few months ago, Trouble is on a mission. Acquire great job, check. Acquire great apartment, check. Acquire great girlfriend … huh. Naturally, I imagine he flipped through his phone, scrolled past a long list of girls until he found my name, labeled “church girl,” and pressed send.
Him: “After you get back from LA and I get back from Colorado, I would like to court you.” (Yes, he really used that word.)
Me: “Maybe we should just meet for coffee.”
Now, the trouble with timing is everything. Once you finally are ready to commit, you find the other person has moved on. Funny how that happens.