Читать книгу Hey Dorothy You're Not in Kansas Anymore - Karen Mueller Bryson - Страница 7

Lahrs waited a few days to call me after that first night, which totally freaked me out. I wondered if he really wanted to see me again, after the whole puke-mobile incident. I waited by the phone for like seventy-two hours straight. I didn't have anything better to do but still, seventy-two hours? Please!

Haley tried to cheer me up by bringing me pizza and the occasional Diet Coke. It was a good thing I had gotten all that sleep because I used up all my reserves waiting for Lahrs’s call.

It was 8:45 pm the following Tuesday night when the phone finally rang. It was the conversation that changed my life and convinced me Lahrs was my soul-mate.

"Hello," I said, answering the phone.

"Hey." It was Lahrs.

"Hey," I said.

"You know who this is?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"Yeah."

"So, how are you?"

"Okay."

"Great."

"How about you?"

"Fine."

"That’s cool."

"You want to go out on Saturday? Maybe we could do the dinner-and-a-movie thing?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Great."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don’t know. I’ve only been here a few months. Why don’t you pick the restaurant?"

"You like Mexican?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"True enough."

"I’ll pick you up at 7."

Talking to Lahrs was like talking to a kindred spirit. We were meant for each other and destiny had brought us together. We were both at vulnerable points in our lives and needed each other. I had never connected at such a deep and profound level with a man before in my life.