I couldn’t hold out. I called her and left a message, saying something about having thought about what she’d said and that I wanted to meet her for lunch. In my mind, lunch was less of a commitment than dinner. She left a message back, saying we could meet for dinner that night, Sunday, “if you’re feeling up to it.” That fucking killed me. It implied that she knew her effect on me. Exactly the effect. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to get my fix.
