Leaving Michael’s apartment one Tuesday morning, I smiled and said, “Have a good class today.” That may not sound like much, but I was trying to leave a hint: I was interested in more than our one-night-a-week thing.
Understandably, he didn’t catch on.
So a little later, I texted, “Could you send me a playlist of your favorite songs?”
He sent one, but I still wasn’t sure he got the picture.
I decided to be a little more obvious: “Do you want to go to the Grand Canyon over spring break?”
“Sounds fun,” he replied, “but I’m busy then.”
This was ridiculous. Finally I wrote, “I like you and I want to be with you.” Then I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed “Send.
