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Your phone goes off with that familiar ring tone. “Jeffrey*” it said. As you think to yourself, “why is he calling me?” you pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey are you still planning on heading down to Gina’s* apartment?”

“Yeah I am.”

“OK, this party is beat. I’ll be down in a half hour to pick you up? We can walk down together.”

“OK, see you then.”

*Click*

Rushing through your mind are all the thoughts that every other girl has when the boy she kinda-sorta likes calls her and invites her to go somewhere. You refused to get dressed up to go to Gina’s just to hang out, so you keep your sweats on but scrambled to put on your face. If you can’t accept you at your worst, he doesn’t deserve you at your best, right?

Thirty minutes later the phone rings again. Playing hard to get, you let it ring a few more times then usual and then pick up. He’s outside. Keeping with the trend, you wait a few minutes to start heading out the door, but your mind is more or less running to him.

You walk down and have a very nice conversation. You talk about what you did that day, what you had planned for the next night, classes, family and everything between. You arrive at our destination and walk through the door. That’s when it goes down hill.

From the threshold on he is different. He is sarcastic, even snarky, toward everything you say and do. “Its a Jersey thing” is something that frequents his lips when you do something goofy or make an outrageous comment. Granted you are from Jeresy (and proud) but that has nothing to do with how you open a soda can.

The night continues on like this as you drift back and forth between your friend’s apartment and the apartment next door, where your roommate and some other friends are hanging out. At one point in the night, you and your slightly inebriated roommate have a falling out, and you return to your friend’s apartment clearly upset. You spill about everything that happened, as the boy sits by and listens (even if he pretends he isn’t). You sit there alone and soak in what happened when he comes over to you.

“Are you going home with your friends? Or do you want to walk back with me?”

You decide walking back with your roommate is not a good idea and that your going to make the best of his considerate offer, so you agree to walk with him. You go next door, say goodbye to everyone, shrug off the “oh-la-la” your roommate says as you mention who you are walking back with and head back to your room with him instead of them.

Conversation resumes to the normal - no more jabs or unnecessary banter, just sincere talk about what went on that night. He makes a comment, you rebut with something from his own play book, and he seems to respond well to your sarcasm.

He walks you to the door (something he hadn’t done before) and says goodnight. It almost seems like he’s looking for a hug, but you turn away to0 quickly to find out. You walk away without looking back, proud you were able to keep your head high and not give in to temptation. Overall, you decide, it was a good night.

When you’re dealing with someone who is hot and cold you need to keep your guard up and not read into every little thing they do. Focus on the positive, and throw away the bad if its not earth-shattering problems. Finally, just let it happen. What is meant to be will always find a way.

“We look at each other wondering what the other is thinking but we never say a thing.” - Dave Matthews Band

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