Yes. People like details and cute stories. Did you hit on me? Or was I the aggressor? Was it an instant thing, or did one of us have to work for it?” I studied him for a beat. “You were totally the one who hit on me. I resisted, of course. But you wouldn’t be deterred. On your third visit, you gave me your card. I texted, and we started talking. I made you wait to take me out because I’m classy like that, but after a few weeks, we went on a date.
