Pipes

So my strategy of dealing with Adam’s outburst has basically been to pretend it didn’t happen. I’m not proud of that (and I know he’s not all that thrilled about it either based on his strategy of dealing with me not dealing with it…which you’ll all see in a second) but that’s what’s going on.

I was over at his place helping him pack for his surgery.

Slow as a Cheetah

Work has been pretty crazy for me lately and I’ve been running all over town to go to meetings and rehearsals and walkthroughs of our theatre (the renovation is almost done!). I’ve basically been working, coming home to sleep, and then going back to work.

“Hey, stranger,” Adam said when I answered my phone, “Do you have time to come over?”

Talkin' 'Bout My Communication

I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation with Adam so I tried to give him space. After two days, I left him a message on his phone. After three days, I was done waiting.

Well Shit

I found myself sitting in Adam’s living room with a glass of wine. It was our first date and I was nervous. I had my legs crossed and kept twitching my foot. It had taken me two hours to figure out what I wanted to wear (a black V-neck shirt and dark jeans) and how I wanted my hair (a high, simple pony tail).

Adam wanted to cook me dinner so I brought two red velvet cupcakes from a bakery near my apartment for dessert. He made a lasagna for us and it was yummy.

“I can at least help clean up.” I called from his living room.

And Here We Are

“Do you want to get out of here?” Adam asked me after we walked back inside.

I nodded.

Timing

Since the Amber Incident, I haven’t really gone out to do anything fun. I haven’t wanted to. The Halloween party Zoey had invited Molly and me to before everything happened wasn’t something I felt like going to in the aftermath. So I surprised myself when I accepted an invitation for a New Year’s Eve party from Steve.