I’ve seen Legends of the Hidden Temple a thousand times, and I know this is where everyone fails, this room, the self-esteem crusher, the ego death chamber, the Shrine of the Silver Monkey. But not me. I will not fail…
I even remember telling my new friends at school, “Hey guys. Wanna go to Dean & Deluca and study later?” They gave me confused looks and were like, “Um, okayyyyy. I have, like, no money though. But yeah, let’s!” I was confused by their resistance. Hadn’t Dean & Deluca been the place to go for students?
But then the corner store turns into grabbing lunch, which turns into running a few errands, which turns into meeting a friend for a drink, and before I know it I catch myself in a reflective surface while out and about and I am wearing Uggs and black leggings.
Approach her where she works at the coffee shop; this is urgent. Use the voice, as subtle as an emoticon scar on your forehead. It sounds like you are reading words but what comes out is Midwestern passive aggressive for let’s get out of here. Wherever that is.
That’s the point where you really know, you really, really know, that you’ll be able to tell everything you need about a man’s feelings from the way he looks at you. It’s when you’ll stop demanding frivolous gestures and “I love you,” because on the rare occasion you notice him looking at you like that, you know it’s all you’ll ever need.