School
tomorrow, and I’m as excited to chat with Robbie about the latest Laymon novel
that he loaned me on Friday and that I finished (this one was called “One Rainy
Night” and was an incredible non-stop roller coaster ride of mayhem, action,
and unadulterated bloodshed) as I was at the chance to talk with Monica.
It
took me the whole weekend of dwelling on her to realize that I suddenly had an
easy “in” with her for a conversation. All I needed to do was find out from
Robbie what Costello books she had already read, and see if I’d read them as
well. Or if she’d read one that I hadn’t and I’d read another, at least we
could still compare notes.
It’d
be a great conversation starter at least.
I feel
like a kid in grade nine again, steeling up the courage to ask a girl to dance
with me.
It’s
this queasy, uneasy, yet enjoyable feeling.
-- 2 Comments --
MaliceAD said...
You should really take
this one slow and always remember that she's one of Sarah's friends. Who knows
what Sarah has told her about you?
Benny said...
that's a good point malicead...girls
talk...ALOT!!!
