But yes, we were learning about each other.
Tonight she hadn’t texted me yet, so I had started the thread because it amused me. She amused me.
So it was favorite cocktail, food, and place.
I had just entered my apartment and was in the kitchen, chopping up some vegetables to throw in a stir-fry. I don’t love to cook but sometimes it’s just easier than constantly ordering takeout or wasting a couple of hours in a restaurant. We were leaving for my parents’ house in the morning and I had a lot to do, including packing. My living room was filled with the packages of clothing for Leah and her new set of luggage.
The dreaded trip that had felt like punishment now was something I was looking forward to. I both felt like I was besting my father and getting to spend time with Leah.
Whiskey, waffles, Warsaw.
Washington apple, walnuts, Westminster. W is hard. Pick a better letter. And you don’t like waffles.
I popped a raw sliced pepper into my mouth. Water chestnuts.
Really? No one likes those.
And no one lives in Buffalo.
I knew that would annoy her. I was kidding of course. I didn’t really believe Buffalo was a myth. It just was bizarre to me that in all my years in business I had never actually met someone who was from Buffalo. Leah was the first.
Point made. Buffalo has a population of 248,000 people. Maybe one or two like water chestnuts.
I wanted to use the letter L but I was struggling to come up with an L cocktail I actually liked. I decided it didn’t matter if that one was a stretching of the truth.
Long Island Iced Tea, lentils, Leah’s bed.
Haha. Cute.
Lemon Drop, lasagna, Los Angeles.
I was going to hand her an opening and I hoped she would take it.
Gin, garbanzo beans, Geneva.
Grasshopper (not really, but I can’t think of another G drink), guacamole, Grant’s pants.
I laughed. She came through exactly the way I wanted her to.
So come and watch me eat water chestnuts. You can eat the rest of the stir-fry and then get in my pants.
I sent her a picture of the cutting board with all the vegetables laid out.
We’re supposed to leave tomorrow. That seems like a lot of back and forth for me.
Bring your toiletries bag and spend the night. We can leave from here.
There was a bubble on my phone like she was typing. It disappeared and no text was sent. She was clearly thinking. Probably how to politely tell me to fuck off.
I texted her again.
Sazerac, stir-fry, sex?
I thought this weekend was supposed to be sex free.
It’s not the weekend yet.
Sangria, stir-fry, sex.