Preferred

Dropping “don’t ask, don’t tell” at the table to Daniel, knowing that he understands the inside joke. How it is, to be in on something. Surely he also was tickled that the glasses girl was looking good.

The sway of her hair, the lace peeking from under her neckline, the glimpse of ankle at the bottom of her dress, the covering of her mouth as she compliments the ending of Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. Forgot to ask her for thoughts on the ending, and now must wait for her to read her Discord.

Oh, the gentle loving touch of her boyfriend’s arm, the direct compliment on his attire (open button-up shirt over t-shirt). KP is a baller. At the checkout of the Chinese noodle place—pay at the front, they said—I went into my whole idealism schtick with him.

“In short, I speak about families as individuals.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Because I said so.”

He laughed for a long time about that! Oh, how I love him. And he appreciates that I took off my glove to shake his hand! Of course, she asks if I would shake her hand, too. I gladly did, commented that her fingers were cold, and went into how ancient bloodlines are vampires. Normal Sunday, in other words.

Still don’t know her school of economics. Bummer.